Failing By Thomas Young

Duration

3:58

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Well,something ain't right,my pants are to tight, I'm starting to stumble more,and that's a fright , They say when your belly, enters the room before you, Its time to take stock,of what your into, My hearing is also,getting a bit weak, And i ain't seeing that well,when I'm trying to peak, And when I'm walking around,i hear my joints creak, Sometimes i feel like,I'm turning into a freak, Chorus It seems I'm standing longer,at the urinal, Sometimes i have to lean,up ,against the wall, Its two steps forward,and one back, It seems i get dizzy,and can't stay on track, Bridge My foreheads getting bigger,so they say, My hair is getting thinner,each and every day, Just like an old car,the parts are wearing out, And we can't do, that old,twist and shout, And like that old car,we're running out of gas, We don't have enough speed,to pull out and pass, And those tail gators,can kiss my ass, They're giving us the finger,and trying to harass Chorus+Bridge It might be time,to get an estimation, For some body parts,for human creation, It seems I'm having,a hallucination, It might warrant,further investigation, It seems I'm losing,all sensation, I need to get,a lot more, information, I'll have to take a trip,down to the weigh station, Maybe i just need,a long vacation, Chorus