Rags To Rags

On the day I was born the sky was a pale shade of grey
 I was swaddled in rags and trailed amongst the hay
 Though with hard work and good luck
 I'd tear down the stars from the sky,
 I was promised the heavens and cast on the pearls before swine
 Well I guess that's the way that it goes,
 From the cradle to the grave it's rags to rags I suppose
 Well one night faithful and didn't I say my prayers
 And I tok care of my own and I did the best I could for the others
 And I tried, lord knows, to do right by my fellow man
 Now I'm sitting in the street, a beggar with an upturned hand
 Well I guess that's the way that it goes,
 From the cradle to the grave it's rags to rags I suppose
 Now like a wraith I walk the streets alone, too numb to feel
 Anything but shame and death nippin' at my heels
 And when I'm gone don't you bother to stand and weep at my grave
 Just roll the cold plate over and turn and walk away
 And say I guess that's the way that it goes,
 From the cradle to the grave it's rags to rags I suppose