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Too Old To Rock N Roll: To Young To Die


Sitting on a park bench

eyeing little girls

with bad intent.

Snot running down his nose

greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Feeling like a dead duck

spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold

an old man wandering lonely.

Taking time

the only way he knows.

Leg hurting bad,

as he bends to pick a dog end

goes down to a bog to

warm his feet.

Feeling alone

the army's up the rode

salvation a la mode and

a cup of tea.

Aqualung my friend

don't start away uneasy

you poor old sod

you see it's only me.

Do you still remember

December's foggy freeze

when the ice that

clings on to your beard is

screaming agony.

And you snatch your rattling last breaths

with deep-sea diver sounds,

and the flowers bloom like

madness in the spring.

Jethro Tull

Too Old To Rock N Roll: To Young To Die / Jethro Tull

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