A smoke-filled room where happy persons congregate There in the corner looms a man who has no fate So hard to find What's in his mind Maybe he's waiting for someone from yesterday Or so they say Remember way back when he functioned as a whole But now his habits have begun to take their toll Prescriptions filled More brain cells k**ed There's nothing he can't do to stop the rate of decay Or so they say A gloomy mood of doom has filtered through his haze He knows he's entering another crucial phase He drops his head His brain needs fed It's not so hard to be like him, maybe one of these days Or so they say