The Drop

Remember they will remember you not how you lived
 Remember they will remember what you could not give
 Always looking out for others was my first mistake
 All things to all cost us all more than you think
 Mark my words, my dear
 You and I have you and me to fear
 Here we are at the drop
 I am the cream what make your days grow sour
 The hour has come I am changing your gold to lead
 I should have known you were never one for fighting
 I curse your virtue
 How could I have trusted you?
 Mark my words, my dear old friend
 You and I are getting closer to an end
 Here we are at the drop
 You believe in taking the easy way
 I believe in synchronicity
 You believe in things I cannot see
 I believe in the power of hypocrisy
 I am the grain what make the bread go bitter
 The winter has come
 No more field of dreams
 Your kind will delight to my demise
 I curse your virtue
 A curse on your virtue a curse on your virtue a curse of your virtue
 Mark my words my dear
 You and I have you and me to fear
 Here we are at the drop- at the drop
 Mark my words my dear
 You and I have you and me to fear
 Here we are at the drop
 Mark my words my dear
 You and I have you and me to fear
 Here we are at the drop
 Mark my words my friend
 You and I are getting closer to an end
 You will have your turn at the drop