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 [...], I'll settle down
[...]
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
