Running Out Of Neck

I stand.. naked and alone 
Staring.. at my neighbors fuck 
Fingering.. a rusted bear trap 
That I found like it was a gift from God 

Failure is my strongest suit 
God's greater plan 
From the tit to life support 
To the term of jesters court 

Running out of neck, but much too soon 
There must be better days for me on the horizon 
Pass the failure wine until the end of time 

Running out of neck, but none too soon 
They fly lay circles and then watch me die alone 
Mountains to more hills 
Tending to the still