Young Man's Glory, Old Man's Blues Songtext - FM Bats

Young Man's Glory, Old Man's Blues - FM Bats

All the old creeps crawling with their stale wine midnighter's
Comedown, and the strayhound calling, eight straight with not one
Sober round. 1-2-3-4, the loose tooth made you taste the floor, the
Old shopping carts fallin after me, vultures swarm so you know it's
Me and they're going out, they're going out. a young man's glowing
With a thought of no, no, no you don't, and so you just trip, slip,
Smother me, it's just what the fuck that mothers me, 1-2-3-4,
Disease, bashed and gashed for final score, with all the dicks with
Tits home free, you'd have to hook line and sinker me, and they're
Going out....


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