Before you loose the bout
Year's are getting shorter The lines on your face are getting longer Feel like you're treading water But the riptide's getting stronger Don't panic, don't jump ship Can't fight it, like taxes
They're singing, "Happy Birthday" You just wanna lay down and cry Not just another birthday, it's 30/90 Hell, you still feel like you're 22 Bang! You're dead, what can you do?
Friends are getting fatter Hairs on you head are getting thinner Feel like a clean up batter On a team that ain't a winner
Don't freak out, don't strike out Can't fight it, like City Hall
At least you're not alone Your friends are there too They're singing, "Happy Birthday" You just wish you could run away Who cares about a birthday?
You're no longer eons of you
Which way to Never Never Land? Emerald City's gone to hell Since the wizard blew off passed the map
On the streets you hear the voices Lost children, crocodiles Making choices, wicked witches, Poppy fields, or men behind the curtains, Tiger lilies, ruby slippers Clock is ticking, that's for certain
They're singing, "Happy Birthday" I just wish it all were a dream It feels much more like dooms day
Seems like I'm in for a twister I don't see a rainbow, do you? I want the spoils, but not too fast
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