Looking at black old souls and feeling fine People will pass the dead all the time This kind of man is never out of date From my room i smell their hate Living in a small box that you call home Mirror knows that you are all alone Feeling too old and fat to make a sound To this ugly world you feel bound
You don't need the money, don't you know You don't need to see the sun you know You are old You are old
This street looks alike the one before The paper people i secretly adore This drink makes me talk of love and hate Maybe babe it's not too late
You don't need the money, don't you know You don't need to see the sun you know You are old You are old
You give me a day of what life means You laugh to go home to make your youth real You are old You are old
