For 30 old years I was a newspaper man. I made my living with a pen and a pad. God I miss the smell of paper and ink on my hands. Back from the desert for a year or so. I left more in the sand than you'll ever know. Another war was waitin' for me when I got back home. In the name of flags and evil lies. I'm still living yeah sent there to fight. Well that's my story what else can I say. Hey hey I got a lot to give so can't you see. I'm still breathing and my heart still beats. They took the car but they left the lease. Does anybody want what's left of me. Boarding up the house they left the keys. Rolling on in the city with empty streets. I ain't checking out I still got my dream. Does anybody want what's left of me hey hey. You cut your hair and went with a punk rock band. When it's all about CVs DVs I don't understand. All that's left on all the t-shirts any broke your plan. I sold my drums to make ends meet. They woke up we had to eat. It's he same old shits that happens for these days. Hey hey I got a lot to give so can't you see. I'm still breathing and my heart still beats. They took the car but they left the lease. Does anybody want what's left of me. Boarding up the house they left the keys. Rolling on in the city with empty streets. I ain't checking out I still got my dream. Does anybody want what's left of me hey hey. Well I'm a teacher I'm a farmer I'm a union man. It's getting hard to make a living in this hard land. We working in our factories all these jobs went overseas. Does anybody want does anybody want. Does anybody want what's left of me. I got a lot to give so can't you see. I'm still breathing and my heart still beats. They took the car but they left the lease. Does anybody want what's left of me. Does anybody want my old rent. Take the chance. I ain't checkin' out I still got my dreams. Does anybody want what's left of me hey hey. Does anybody want Does anybody want. Does anybody want what's left of me hey hey. Does anybody want does anybody want. Does anybody want what's left of me