The world outside has faded   To a miserable grave   The circle is in motion    I've had a good life    A noble life   It's time to give it up   Leave it to the children   With their new trends and their goals      My policy    Is to be stylish   And leave with my head up      I won't count the days   'Til I fall   Piss my pants   Hunch my back   I think my dignity is worth it   I'm going out   With a bang   Do you think its worth it      Looking into hand guns   Exploring hollow chambers   Fight for one month   Six locations   Maybe three in central London   Paris, Moscow and New York   Close my hands    Pray to the sun   Let today be the one      My policy, is to be stylish   And leave my head up   I won't count the days   For something bad   Slit my wrists   I've got better things to do   Than wait to die   We can laugh   Or be the joke   This is a waste of my time      I've seen lovers on their knees   Lived those crazy times   Wet blankets on my bed   Keeps me awake and they said    I'd live like this for another 20 years      Oh NoNoNoNo   I'll choose the way I go   Oooooooo...      Hunting out the reaper   Painting a portrait of myself   With white lines   And white flags      I've had a smahing time   Loved your women    Drunk your wine   And the pleasure has always been mine      My policy has been well maintained   I did things in style   I brush up nice   To see the wife back in my arms   Feel teh wind   Come floating up my sails   We can laugh   Or be the joke   There's laughter after death