This is the second song I wrote for my album The Could-Have-Been King.
Eighty-Five
Sixty-five years of ignorance
feeling lonely these days
as you marvel at your wrinkled hands
you think about your ways
So far as you’re converned
you’ve never once been wrong
and the things that you could have learned
you’ve known all along
You let the world take it’s course outside
while you hid from the sun
yeah, you’re the kind of person
to frown upon fun
Eighty-five years you’ve had no clue
eighty-five years a grouch and a fool
you’ve never been nice all your life
and now you’re eighty-five
and noone’s gonna miss you
Twenty years to go
life has gotten slow
senility makes you forget
fear is all you know
Spite is the poison that you picked
you revel in the pain that your words inflict
You never wondered how it feels
to wear another man’s shoes
hell, you’ve never even changed your socks
would only get you confused
You don’t realize at eighty-five
you’re still a spoilt little boy
you stumble ’round and you soil yourself
wearing tattered corduroy
During the war you stayed at home
and yet you claim you won the war on your own
Now your mind’s become threadbare
only grudges left in your head
and still you say you won’t change
you’d rather be dead
Go ahead
Eighty-five years you’ve had no clue
eighty-five years a grouch and a fool
you’ve never been nice all your life
and now you’re eighty-five
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