All Used Up

I spent my whole life makin' somebody rich

I busted my ass for that son of a bitch

And he left me to die like a dog in a ditch

And told me I'm all used up

He used up my labor, he used up my time

He plundered my body and squandered my mind

And gave me a pension of handouts and wine

And told me I'm all used up

My kids are in hock to a god you call work

Slavin' their lives out for some other jerk

And my youngest in Frisco just made shipment clerk

And he don't know I'm all used up

The young people reachin' for power and gold

Don't have respect for anything old

For pennies they're bought and for promises sold

Someday they'll all be used up

They use up the oil, they use up the trees

They use up the air and they use up the sea

Well, how 'bout you friend and how 'bout me?

What's left when we're all used up?

I'll finish my life in this crummy hotel

It's lousy with bugs and, my God, what a smell

But my plumbin' still works and I'm clear as a bell

Don't tell me I'm all used up

Outside my window the world passes by

Gives me a handout and spits in my eye

And no one can tell me 'cause no one knows why

I'm livin' but I'm all used up

Sometimes in my dreams I sit by a tree

My life is a book of how things used to be

And kids gather 'round and they listen to me

And they don't think I'm all used up

And there's songs and there's laughter and things I can do

And all that I've learned I can give back to you

I'd give my last breath just to make it come true

No, I'm not all used up

They use up the oil and they use up the trees

They use up the air and they use up the sea

Well, how 'bout you friend and how 'bout me?

What's left when we're all used up?