A very rough shack

It's all there in a very rough shack
All the bits of me are stacked up
Against the wall

Knocked together in a very rough way
Surprised that it can stand today
I hope it lasts the storm

There'll be nothing
There'll be no-one
There'll be nothing left in the end

I won't be watching
I won't be waiting
I won't be anything at all
My friend

Nothing at all
Nothing at all

Make my coffin from the walls
Hope that I have got the balls
To pull out the nails myself

When the time arrives that day
Like an unexpected face in May
When the sun will really shine

There'll be nothing
There'll be no-one
There'll be nothing left in the end

I won't be watching
I won't be waiting
I won't be anything at all
My friend

Nothing at all
Nothing at all

It's all there in a very rough shack
All the bits of me are stacked up
Against the wall