The Age of Impotence

Everybody's made to break down

We're saddled with an expiration date

Me, I'm a rotten egg

Stinkin' up the joint with this sulfurous, ageist angst

I'll wear out a welcome like a bad cliché

Never really had an endgame

Never quite sure when the jig is up

Now, I guess I'm stuck

Only so much an old raconteur can fake

Before the giant cane yanks you off stage

Should've had a backup plan

Guess you've only had 40 years to delineate

Could've had a bird-in-hand

A cozy little job with a house and dog

Maybe you're down the wrong road

Back up, see where the other roads go

Mutherfucker

Think I'm gonna start all over

Gonna try to reinvent the wheel

A new look and feel

A middling man in a midlife house of mirrors

Tell me when that mutherfucker disappears

It's never gonna go away

The crippling weight of years stacked upon years

It's never gonna go away

This aching sense of being displaced

Maybe you've driven in a ditch

Plow through into oblivion

This is the age of impotence

Grand works of insignificance

My life's been one long unboxing

Of every thought that's ever come to me

And you can't stop now

You gotta feed that beast

You gotta let it all out

Even if no one is listening, fuck

Mutherfucker

Mutherfucker

Mutherfucker