There's black wind that howls over bridges;
black soot that covers the ground.
The passers-by scan you like wolves,
and me - I'm the last one around.
My life rattles on like a cheap streetcar,
but it could have been eagle in flight -
And my death drives around in black limo
with a little blue light.
Don't blame me for being ungracious,
don't condemn me for losing the race;
I would like to be given a kingdom
Or just wear smile on my face -
But the fate isn't out there for shopping,
and you can't cut it down in a fight;
And my death drives around in black limo
with a little blue light.
Oh, and I don't regret being born here,
no regrets 'bout the mess that I've wrought:
I just wish I could meet my Creator -
to get both my hands on his throat.
Anyway, it is too late to stop now,
no use telling my wrong from my right -
My death drives around in black limo
with a little blue light.
