Here it is,   the final curtain call:   a gesture of gratitude and ego.   Well, I'd be remiss   if I didn't piss myself    one last public act of disrepute to regret.      People used to pay    to watch me sing and play   but it seems   more and more they come    to spit in my face.   Well I'm tired of speaking up   and speaking clearly   so the idiots in the back can hear me.      From now on it's do's and don'ts   to a room of antique maps and ghosts,   where I have been where I will go.