Tag: young

When you’re sitting at the funeral wake 
 And the purple mountains are tainted with hazy red and orange
 And as beautiful as the earth really seems 
 Everyone around you is full of bullshit you know 
 You don’t have no one, no shoulders to lay a head upon nor cry upon 
 And even if you did wouldn’t all your regrets still be there in the morning
 Every midday, every afternoon
 You love to see every minute of the sun 
 But you stay up most of the night to wait out the storm in the dark 
 Baptized bastards, and you can tell them from so far away 
 They try to run you to the edge of the world
 So you can fall right off the edge
 But you just keep going around and around
 And no one anywhere cares about you 
 Whether you live or should you die 
 Weather you lay on your bed bleeding 
 Or on the floor crying 
 Your body sore with welts 
 Or bruises the size of fists or big bosomed women
 The cigarettes ain’t helping you anyway 
 Your hangover getting worse 
 Age is a pile of mule shit  
 Even though you don’t have a single wrinkle on your skin 
 You’re turning grey