Futile Man

Still too much I recall of them gnawed out bones
Which the mattock of time buried beneath the pavement
And to wade in the shades won't clear the air
Won't erase the stench of them dead

Will the solace be found from the north of the ditch
Dug deep with my own beaten shovel
For sure it is not in the notes of the self-pity moan
Could it be at the end of the double barrel
Double barrel

The time is nigh

Until the end I'll deny
That there's sense in this life
I am what I am, a futile man
Till the end I'll deny
That there's meaning behind
I am what I am, a futile man

Now, hear my child
This weight will land on your shoulders
You too will pay this debt of despair
I'm not here to teach you or to show you the way
It wouldn't make any difference
No, no
No, no

The time is nigh

Until the end I'll deny
That there's meaning behind
I am what I am, a futile man
Till the end I'll deny
That there's sense in this life
I am what I am, a futile man

Still too much I recall of them gnawed out bones
Which the mattock of time buried beneath the pavement
And to wade in the shades won't clear the air
Won't erase the stench of them dead

Until the end I'll deny
That there's sense in this life
Till the end I'll deny
That there's meaning behind
I am what I am, a futile man