I don't know I'm born, I'm only young

I don't have a choice, you know I'm only young

I'm getting older, I'm getting smaller

Everybody tells you, "you've got to walk taller"

You did a war, and now you're poor

And like your friends, you're gonna get it in the end

You've heard it all before, you can't go on much more

It's not like I think:



The old folks are losers, they can't work computers

They die in December time



Can't put it off, you put it on, don't ever stop, it doesn't last long

The younger folks they don't understand

Back in the day, you're gonna get it in the end

You've heard it all before, you can't go on much more

It's not like I think:



The old folks are losers, they can't work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives



The old folks are losers, they can't work computers

The old folks are losers, they can't work computers



The old folks are losers, they can't work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives



The old folks are losers, they can't work computers

They die in December time

Fall down for no reason, the churches are heaving

The old folks they live their lives



[Backing for last 2 verses]

Same as everybody 

It's coming back to haunt me 

It's on all the time 



Sitting in the summer 

The days are getting longer 

They don't remember why 



A cost to everybody 

They're always sad and lonely 

They live their lives