I'll Stand My Ground And I Won't

If You're Not Getting Older, You're Dead.

It Just Seems To Useless To Have To Work So Hard, And Nothing Ever Really Seem To Come From It.

There Was No Use Pretending, No Magic Left To Hear, All The Music Gave Me Was A Craving For Lite Beer.

Just Wonderin', Waitin', Worryin' About Some Silly Little Things, That Just Don't Add Up To Nothin'.

At Twilight Time The Smog Makes A Rainbow.