An old man sat at the edge of a bed

and worried about the shape that he was in

People came around and opened up the ground

and pleaded with him just to take the hint

His next of kin couldn't make the drive in

what with work and bills to pay

So he stood at the back of a funeral shack

as they lay his body down to waste



Old shouldn't be that way



Well I hope I die before I get old

but not because I want to stop living

Because we take away the freedom from the people

who gave us all that we've been given



When I was a little boy

You'd take my hand and lead me home

Now I'm telling you what to do and where to go

It's the young who forget, not the



Old shouldn't be that way

Old will be you some day






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