Owl John
A Good Reason To Grow Old
Good grief and grace turn their backs to mePut shovels into the cold soilIn a pulse-racing second they gave up on their awful toilHell on earth and hate turn to face meStuck knuckles into each of my eyesThen a drunken-thumb stranger put pave to the constant cryWith my head in my hands, I dissolve to die aloneNow I've finally found a good reason to grow old,A good reason toRapture and love brought me dancingLit up every last heartbroken lightIn the ecstasy of everything the debt I have wanted expiredBitterness and lust caught me laughingAsked why my expression had changedAfter years of such company they'd never seen the look on my faceWith my head in my hands I dissolve to aloneNow I've finally found a good reason to grow oldI was ready to drown in the afterlife, not anymoreNow I've finally found a good reason to grow oldA good reason toSongtexteOh, How she murders morbid thoughtOh, plunges a knife into the suicide in my bloodOh, how she murders morbid thoughtOh, plunges a knife into the suicide & I am bornShe'll turn your back to the afterlifeKick dust into the eys of it allTurn your back to the afterlifeClimb out of your shallow hole
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