Something for the Archive - (move along, nothing to see here)

Twisted. Turnt.
2 fisted, And burnt !
When the best ain't enough
It's time that you learnt.

Slave all the days
Slaved life away
Gave it my all
But it didn't quite pay

Stuck to my guns
Didn't do it for fun
Just needed the job
And I got the job done

But when comes the end
It ain't about friends
There's a bottom line here at play.
And that's a line that don't bend.

My back's all but broke
Still, it ain't breaking here
Just muscle right through
As I push through the years

Living and giving
Was my only way
But I guess in the end
My way went astray.