No teeth left in my smile My hair has got no style I won't go in the street My breath is far from sweet My pants are full of holes My shoes have got no soles I won't go to the store Last time the owner swore No life left in my days My mind is in a haze I won't go out at all Well maybe down the hall My friends they all have flown And left me here alone My toes no longer feel My skin's begun to peel My life is at an end