In five years it抣l burn inside you   Will you look back and say you did all that you tried to   They抣l try hard each day to break you   Until the day comes when lip service will forsake you   And you抳e been tested   Pulled out your hair now   With each passing day gone by   You look the worse for wear now   Your excuses all grow stale   Until you see the lady in the long black veil   And every violin in the world is playing your song   But they抮e playing it all wrong   You think long, try to get things sorted   With one foot in each grave you end up quartered   You feel a tug, a subtle persuasion   As that suit and tie look ever more engaging   Accept the strings, they will support you   As you wave goodbye to childish things they contort you