Henry's Songbook

I worked my whole life making somebody rich
I broke my back for the son of a bitch
Then he left me to die like a dog in a ditch
And told me I'm all used up

He used up my labour, he used up my time
Plundered my body and squandered my mind
Then he gave me a pension of hand-outs and wine
Told me I'm all used up

My kids are in hock to a God they call work
Slaving their lives out for some other jerk
And I hear that my youngest just made shipping clerk
They don't think I'm all used up

Like they used up the oil, like they used up the seas
They've used up the air and they've used up the trees
So how about you, friends, how about me
What's left when we're all used up

Sometimes in a dream, I sit by a tree
My life is a book of how things used to be
And the kids gather round and they listen to me
And they don't think I'm all used up

Because there's laughter and song, there are things I can do
All I've learned I can give back to you
I'd give my last breath just to make that come true
No way am I all used up

Like they used up the oil, like they used up the seas
They used up the air and used up the trees
But as long as I'm breathing they won't use up me
No way am I all used up

No, as long as I'm breathing they won't use up me
Don't tell me I'm all used up