Wasted Life

Saw you step out from Room 209
Smile on your face, and a teardrop in your eye
Knew you’d been sticking needles in your arm
You always said that it didn’t do no harm

Looked into your eyes, and what did I see?
Misery and despair looking back at me
Yours once was a face, full of new hope
Now you’re down on your knees, and you just can’t cope

One more day, then a long tormented night
One more day, in another wasted life

Sometimes it may seem better how you are
Escaping from reality, from poverty and war
You have seen your country, invaded and possessed
They treat you and your countrymen, worse than all these guests

But really there is no excuse for doing what you do
Living in a dream world, leave the fighting to the few
To waste your life like this, must surely be a crime?
I’ll tell you at the moment you’re a dreadful waste of time

One more day, then a long tormented night
One more day, in another wasted life
One more day, then a long tormented night
One more day, in another wasted life

One more day, then a long tormented night
One more day, in another wasted life
One more day, then a long tormented night
One more day, in another wasted life