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I Can't Survive 55
Going down hill with a pair of burned out breaks
Another flat tire won't help my confidence inflate
After all this time I guess I'm lucky I'm alive
But after last years disaster, How can I survive fifty-five?
Midnight confessions can't absolve me of my sins
My voodoo doll's impaled by fifty-five rusty pins
Nearly out of gas coasting downhill way too fast
With a sharp corner at the bottom this ride ain't gonna last
If only I could jump off into a pile of fresh mowed grass
Looks like I'm about to break my freekin' @$$
Right about now I wish I had a piece of carot cake
But instead they'll be serving pieces at my festive wake
Fifty-five slices without a single gram of sugar cane
All because my flabby @$$ couldn't remain in the right lane
If I can't get up out of this moldy wooden coffin they will bury me alive
But I knew when I woke this morning I'd never survive past fifty-five
Now all my bones are creeking along with the lid on my sarcophagus
I can hear them digging deeper the hole I dug I thought was bottomless
This will be my last sunset if I don't get some help from Barnabus
But when a breeze blew out the candles it was all so ominous
They tell me old Aries never die, we just go straight to Hell..!
I knew the first time I cursed God that I had already fell
I still had hope that the life of Job would offer me forgiveness
But I've been forced to face, carrot cake without sugar is filled with bitterness
And when the darkness came I was swimming blindly in a back stroke
That's when the the doctors told me pretty much everything was broke
Now my ego is deflated because I can no longer shift the stick in drive
Oh lawdy-momma how'd I ever get so old? I CAN'T SURVIVE FIFTY-FIVE!!!
Another flat tire won't help my confidence inflate
After all this time I guess I'm lucky I'm alive
But after last years disaster, How can I survive fifty-five?
Midnight confessions can't absolve me of my sins
My voodoo doll's impaled by fifty-five rusty pins
Nearly out of gas coasting downhill way too fast
With a sharp corner at the bottom this ride ain't gonna last
If only I could jump off into a pile of fresh mowed grass
Looks like I'm about to break my freekin' @$$
Right about now I wish I had a piece of carot cake
But instead they'll be serving pieces at my festive wake
Fifty-five slices without a single gram of sugar cane
All because my flabby @$$ couldn't remain in the right lane
If I can't get up out of this moldy wooden coffin they will bury me alive
But I knew when I woke this morning I'd never survive past fifty-five
Now all my bones are creeking along with the lid on my sarcophagus
I can hear them digging deeper the hole I dug I thought was bottomless
This will be my last sunset if I don't get some help from Barnabus
But when a breeze blew out the candles it was all so ominous
They tell me old Aries never die, we just go straight to Hell..!
I knew the first time I cursed God that I had already fell
I still had hope that the life of Job would offer me forgiveness
But I've been forced to face, carrot cake without sugar is filled with bitterness
And when the darkness came I was swimming blindly in a back stroke
That's when the the doctors told me pretty much everything was broke
Now my ego is deflated because I can no longer shift the stick in drive
Oh lawdy-momma how'd I ever get so old? I CAN'T SURVIVE FIFTY-FIVE!!!
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