Life is cheap to a man who
hunts with a gun
because he was born to
kill for fun.

Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to restore his ego.

He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.

Life is cheap to a man who
beats on his wife
to blame the name she threw
like a knife.

Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to ignore “let me go”.

He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.

Life is cheap to a man who
shoots up himself,
as if to lift a curse,
nothing else.

Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to restore his ego.

He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.

He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.

Copyright Keith Ames