i am 37.
i have been called an 'ol man
no i am not vain; i see there is nothing really to gain
you grow up calling people big brothers
and one day you are a big brother
now i sense my hair
where its receding and where its thinning
i made peace; balding from the middle is harmonious
look at Zidane!
and now think Pollak
look at Pollak!
the way we fool ourselves is marvelous
ask the pancake delivary vans
look at the tv bazaars
how good do you wanna look when they burn you on the pyre?
how god do you wanna look when they bury you in the mud?
how good do you wanna look before death and deacay come knocking on your door?
ask the losers, they will tell you
ask the victims, they will tell you
ask the dead, they will tell you
i'm 37 and i already have mortal issues!
i gotta ask Clint
i gotta ask Eastwood