So it's not
Loaded stadiums or ballparks
And we're not
kids on swing sets on the blacktop
And I thought
at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen
And 24 keeps breathing in my face
Like a mad whore
And 24 keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile to every love given child
Oldness comes to life, the youth, they dream suicide
Transition:
Transition:
and so it goes...
