Don't You

Dirty fingernails by the balcony rail

And my lovely, you are so frail

Cigarette ends all of my friends departed

Empty ashtray of cigarette ends

And don't you ever be what they want you to be

And don't you ever be

Dung and ditches and illness in muddy places

After which, what forgiveness

Into the ear of Death I cast all my regret

Into the dirty ear of Death

And don't you ever be what they want you to be

And don't you ever be

And don't you ever be what they want you to be

And don't you ever be