I don't know I'm born, I'm only young I don't have a choice, you know I'm only young I'm getting older, I'm getting smaller Everybody tells you, "you've got to walk taller" You did a war, and now you're poor And like your friends, you're gonna get it in the end You've heard it all before You can't go on much more It's not like I think The old folks are losers They can't work computers They die in December time Can't put it off, you put it on Don't ever stop, it doesn't last long The younger folk, they Don't understand, they Back in the day, they You're gonna get it in the end You heard it all before You can't go on much more Its not like I think The old folks are losers They can't work computers They die in December time Fall down for no reason The churches are heaving The old folks, they live the life I'm down on the floor, I'll settle down, do what I tell ya. You're gonna get it in the end, You're gonna get it in the end The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losers They can't work computers They die in December time Fall down for no reason The churches are heaving The old folks remember why The old folks are losers They can't work computers They die in December time