And now the end is here
And so I face that final curtain
My friend I’ll make it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve packed a bed that’s full of LDH
I called out each and every coupling
And more, much more
I did it, I packed it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without gloves on
I planned each cross over
Each careful step along the stack
And more, much, much more
I did it, I packed it my way
Yes, there were times I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could pack
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I packed it all and I stood tall and packed it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself then he has naught
Not to say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of someone who kneels
Let the record shows I took all the blows and packed it my way
And now, it all doesn’t fit
I have to start again, before the end of my shift
I put my gloves on, and pull it all out
Again and again, I should have got help
But I will tell, not one of my doubt
F this crap, I will pack it his way now
