Spoke the lingo, wore the uniform Found the most original way I could to conform Wine, women and song I had my thrills Ignored my declining health and the mounting bills But the good fight I fought Is no longer worth fighting The hand that never spared a crumb Is no longer worth biting I hied to be Peter Pan But ended up a broken man In desperate need of figuring out my next half-assed plan I've written more songs than I can count About hating everything, getting drunk, self pity and self doubt All in all I had a blast But now it seems those times have passed I pull my pants up to my waist Removed the piercings from my face Now I'm just an old man in search of new cliches All my favorite bands have broken up Or stayed together too long and now their music sucks( Propagandhi and the Descendents excluded) I think I'll just take that as a sign To move on to lamer pastures and tell my dad that he was right Alas, I have lost life You got me good Kicked me square in the nuts when you knew I had wood