Light the trip fantastic, light them up in sevens

Wrap my harlot graces, around my little finger

But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man

Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years



Living, living life in dog years

Seven years to one here

Living in dog years



Needless on my entrance, wrapped together quickly

Exhausting chapter after chapter, still I'm reading

But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man

Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years



Living, living life in dog years

Seven years to one here

Living in dog years