When I'm fifty years old and not thanking you every day
Reach right back and smack me in the face
If I'm fifty years old and still trying to look cool someone f*cking shoot me
I'll collect the scars and wrinkles and lose my hair and drift so far from modern fashion
Drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
Here we go again climbing out of our ruts
Spin and regain traction lift my face out of the mud
One last time before we get too old I wake I wake I wake up new
I wake I wake up wake up feeling something new
So far away from modern fashion drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
One last time walk into the bar look the guy right between the eyes and say Gimme something to help erase today!
I saw my old friend pass me by fresh tears spilling from his eyes spilling into his mug of beer and his bowl of pretzels
Said when he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for was a lie no difference between him and his boss and the lawyer down the street
When he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for so long was just fashion
There is no f*cking class war!
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When I'm fifty years old and not thanking you every day
Reach right back and smack me in the face
If I'm fifty years old and still trying to look cool someone f*cking shoot me
I'll collect the scars and wrinkles and lose my hair and drift so far from modern fashion
Drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
Here we go again climbing out of our ruts
Spin and regain traction lift my face out of the mud
One last time before we get too old I wake I wake I wake up new
I wake I wake up wake up feeling something new
So far away from modern fashion drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
One last time walk into the bar look the guy right between the eyes and say Gimme something to help erase today!
I saw my old friend pass me by fresh tears spilling from his eyes spilling into his mug of beer and his bowl of pretzels
Said when he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for was a lie no difference between him and his boss and the lawyer down the street
When he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for so long was just fashion
There is no f*cking class war!
Reach right back and smack me in the face
If I'm fifty years old and still trying to look cool someone f*cking shoot me
I'll collect the scars and wrinkles and lose my hair and drift so far from modern fashion
Drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
Here we go again climbing out of our ruts
Spin and regain traction lift my face out of the mud
One last time before we get too old I wake I wake I wake up new
I wake I wake up wake up feeling something new
So far away from modern fashion drift so far away from what the kids think is cool
One last time walk into the bar look the guy right between the eyes and say Gimme something to help erase today!
I saw my old friend pass me by fresh tears spilling from his eyes spilling into his mug of beer and his bowl of pretzels
Said when he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for was a lie no difference between him and his boss and the lawyer down the street
When he woke up yesterday he realized all he fought for so long was just fashion
There is no f*cking class war!
Writer: Ryan Koreski
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