Methuselah, Methuselah Living live tilted on a twisted bend Methuselah, Methuselah An upturned head of hair with brushed ringlets, frayed ends Methuselah, Methuselah Cyclone trunk reaching up for the sky Methuselah, Methuselah Won't be going to heaven if he dies Born before the pyramids In a far off land Back when there was empty space Just tracks left in the sand Saw infections spreading west All but benign Hope he wasn't born at all Eternal and divine Eternal and divine Eternal and divine Eternal and divine Methuselah, Methuselah Sorry we keep starting all these fires Methuselah, Methuselah Things are looking pretty damn dire Born before the pyramids In a far off land Back when there was empty space Just tracks left in the sand Saw infections spreading west All but benign Hope he wasn't born at all Eternal and divine Eternal and divine Eternal and divine Eternal and divin