Four half cigarettes in an ash tray,
Another two lay on the floor.
The TV is blue and illuminated,
In a house many men can't afford.

A man who did well at his job,
'Cause he worked for it all of his life.
Spends his days inside of his office,
And goes home to no kids or a wife.

Tried so hard to make everyone proud,
And forgot about all of his dreams.
Now he's living the life they all wanted for him,
But he's voiceless with a head full of screams.

Ironically drank Southern Comfort,
In his chair wearing Sunday's bests.
There's a voice in his lap that spoke for him,
All the words he couldn't get off his chest.