Getting Older

Well the slums they used to be so fun

Now you can't even look

Time flies by as if stolen at night

By an uncontested crook

And if I was you I think I'd be concerned

Your getting older now and time flies like the birds

And if I was you I think I'd be concerned

Because you're way fucked up and at a loss for words

When we we're young this shit was fun

Now there's nothing left to claim

Feeling old, my bones are cold

And the streets don't look the same

And if I was you I think I'd be concerned

Your getting older now and time flies like the birds

And if I was you I think I'd be concerned

Because you're way fucked up and at a loss for words

And what you said to me in good taste yesterday

You spelled it out in such an evil way

Articulation of the debt I'd yet to pay

Well boy it's a game I hope I never have to play