Lyrics
It's all downhill from here, old man, auf wiedersehen
Two steps forward, six feet underground, standing O', take a bow
Lab coats, machines and all the chemotherapy
Don't seem to be an answer to these tears you long to see
So, I ain't crying no more, I'd pull out the plug
If I could muster up the love
No one wants memories of skid marks, pants pissed
Jim Beam, Mary Jane, wherefore art thou Kevorkian?
No way José, it's not for me
This life spent basking in your agony
Give me the longest walks
Prescribe for me the shortest piers
I ain't going out like that
No way, not me, I'd rather die
And as I stood there by his bed, bowls of Jell-O, crusts of bread
Stared straight into his eyes and I wanted him to die
And I felt the shame of such, such naiveté
That someone young, that someone dumb
Someone my age could feel so callously
To want to piss in the fountains of youth
To dance all night on the graves of the dead
To want to tear those pink ribbons to shreds
And as he lay there in his bed, 80 pounds, half dead
He said "Bink, please hold my hand, I don't think that you understand"
"Oh, puneta, I've done all that I can and I don't want to die"
You're gonna die, you're gonna die
You're gonna
Written by: Al Brown (Dangers), Alex Tauber, Justin Smith (Guitarist), Tim Culver
