“i was born too soon” is how my grave will read 
lived to 35 but died at 17 
it took an hour or so to reach the border as planned 
a few miles from here i would never know 
i'll confess what i've done in time 
lived through worse and never cared for anyone 
they never seemed to mind for me 
i left before they ever knew that i was gone 
it's the facts blood knows laid out in front of you 
tied up in foolish news waiting for a view 
all the time i've been waiting by them 
look at them they can't find me 
in walked the left to lose / chained down to please a few 
i wonder who they'll choose / i wonder who 
in whispered to my ear, “what will you do until then” 
dream all you want me dear it's a fitting an end.