You wanna die before you get old

Your red hot temper has grown cold

You guard the scne you struggle to own

You think it's a restricted zone



Been around so long you don't know your name

Your head is swolen with all that fame



Your loving fans are growing few

With tunes so old, they're sick of you

Your hairs too long and so's your set

You won't be too hard to forget



-CHORUS