Give me a month and I'll write you line
Or two, maybe three, though it might take some time
I'll write them for drunks and I'll sing them for cash
Well you know that old saying about gone in a flash?
They wrote that for me and it fits me so well
It's been my fucking pleasure, I bid you farewell
Green is the colour but don't it fade fast?
Remember me fondly, Johnny come last
Well I loved you before but I don't any more
You're just burned out and vicious and dumb
And I don't like the way that you mean what you say
And I don't like what you've become
Well I don't have a reason
No, wait, I've got your reason
You're burned up and vicious and dumb
It's happened too fast and the moment won't last
And, oh, what have you become?