Why do we all grow old?
Why do we buy the seeds of elderly?
I want to break that mold
f** aging gracefully, I'm gonna be
kicking and screaming and always dreaming
about tomorrow's fun.
And even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.
Why even write a will?
'Cause we will never die if we don't
resign to a life fulfilled.
Can't you at least find one space in yourself
that's not been filled, you can't be k**ed yet
because your book's not done.
And even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.
Don't live a double life,
shoot many multiples above two.
Oh, we found a greenhouse blown to smithereens
"What a scene," said a dark traveling companion
(Kicking, screaming, always dreaming)
That's when I noticed my shadow seemed to have gone missing again
and my best new friend was smiling
I could see every tooth in him
That's when I noticed the foolishness that I'd been harping upon
been going on and on and on
all along