Here is the full version of that song - once again, with apologies to Mr. Sinatra....
My Way
By Vezupizza Pizapahazhan, arranged by Thivya (2008)
And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain,
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full of horrors, I've killed kids, and blown up mothers,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Regrets I have a few, but then again, too many to mention,
Just because I regret, don't mean I accept blame, aint no exceptions,
I planned each atrocity,
Each careful bombing, along the by-way.
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I should chew,
But thru' it all, when there was doubt,
I ate and ate, and became quite stout
I hid underground, and curled up small, in my little hiiiide-away.
I've killed, I've raped and pillaged, I've had my fill,
My share of losing, and now, as tears subside,
I find it all so terrifying.
To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh no not me, I did it my way.
Now they are closing in, what have I got,
Deluded diaspora, are they happy, no they're not
Guided bombs, MBRLS, a dreaded rain of steel,
They keep coming down, although I kneel.
The record shows, I'm taking blows, up & down the A-9 highway |