Lyrics:

Here it is
The final curtain call:
A gesture of gratitude and ego
Well, I'd be remiss
If I didn't piss myself
One last public act of disrepute to regret
People used to pay
To watch me sing and play
But it seems
More and more they come
To spit in my face
Well I'm tired of speaking up
And speaking clearly
So the idiots in the back can hear me
From now on it's do's and don'ts
To a room of antique maps and ghosts
Where I have been where I will go