Lyrics:

The sickness he feels on the road
He misses his family and home
The suburb of weakness he fears
He'll be there all of his years

Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to fight for
Gifted with the silver
Weak procrastinator!

Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to fight for
Gifted with the silver
Gifted with the silver spoon

The weakness he fights in the cold
They think he's a local hero
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Blinded by those who don't know
Will he pick the way to go?