As We Grow Old

Urinating my days away Saving my problems for another day Watch the bread mold silently Talking ever so privately Promises of a better world Underlined and underscored Same old lies as before Excretions of glory It's the same old tired story In my dreams I teach math But in this world I sniff gas It's funny how we chase our goals But in the end we're just digging for gold Yeah yeah hey Just digging for gold While we all grow old Captivate an audience With promises of violence Headstrong and oh so dense Lacking in all common sense Promises of a better world Underlined and underscored Same old lies as before