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 pull 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 lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
