Last Song

So if I die rich and famous in the hall of fame,
or in a prison nameless with a ball and chain,
Sky high above the clouds and the fallin´ rain,
Makin´ love to my woman hear her call my name,
or bangin´ my head against a brick wall in pain,
If the last days of my life I was called insane,
it´s all love cus it´s all the same,
and if I´d get a new life nothing at all I´d change…