40 Years -- Then Death All that's good, all that's right Everything hot, and all that's tight Women, men, pubescent girls Never again to finger their curls on their head so exquisite Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love [chorus:] Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left Forty years of livin' then death, that's all that's left Forty years then death, forty years that's all that's left The work is just beginning as my hair begins thinning Pleasure is passed and all that's dear, as friend and foe alike disappear Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love (chorus) Perfume, the smell of perfume is forgotten, and the shape of her room and the sheets on her bed disappear forever from my head No more the sudden thrill As you dip into the swill Never again to visit the palace, the palace of love (chorus x2) Power {?} after he drank some {?} But he was afraid that he missed(?) And now he blames(?) the {pinnies/kiddies?} Jan 1986