Gotten Old

You’ve gotten old
Like some bread getting mold
Hell to get you dressed
It’s a bitch
Don’t you know

And you cannot think
All repeat
Verbally
Withstood woe
But could not withstand a-aa-aaage

Cause you've gotten quite old
Can’t dress yourself, no
You’re thin, have the gout
You drool and you shout
You wrong us for spite
You smack and you bite
You walk, then you slip
You fall and break hip

(You) You don't really want to live, no
(But you) But you don't really want to go-o

You've gotten quite old
Can’t dress yourself, no
You’re thin, have the gout
You drool and you shout

Knee fused to three
Truss-like pins
In your shins
You blame, disagree
You see red, then you plead
Used to laugh, now nothing
Now you sleep, snoring
We all know that
It’s not gonna cha-a-ange

Cause you've gotten quite old
You mess yourself, oh
Your skin is dried out
You fuss and you pout
No longer polite
Attack and incite
You call and give lip
You talk then you flip

(You) You don't really want to live, no
(But you) But you don't really want to go-o

You've gotten quite old
You mess yourself, oh
Your skin is dried out
You fuss and you pout

Someone call the doctor
Gotta face it now, it’s over
Get off the roller coaster
Some peace, now you’ve died

You’ve gone and died
Now be still, rest in peace

You'd gotten too old
You left us all, oh
Your kin is cried out
We fuss and we pout
No longer alive
Wear black and survive
We hug and we hold
The future unfolds...

We've gotten quite old
Can’t dress ourselves, no
We’re thin, have the gout
We drool and we shout
No longer polite
We smack and we bite
We call and give lip
We fall and break hip

(You) You don't really want to know, no
(But you) But you should really take it slow-ow

We've gotten quite old
We mess ourselves, oh
Our skin is dried out
We fuss and we pout…