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Artiste: For the Kid in the Back
Titre: When I'm Old

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What will I be like when I'm old? 
Will I still rely on the lies that I'm told? 
Like how we all have a purpose or a sense of being. 
That this or any life has any real meaning.

What will I be like when senility starts? 
Will I be more charming or smart? 
Will I still be afraid of the dark 
or be completely bored with modern art?

Well, I can't be sure but I hope that there's a cure 
for regret, for death and for horrible posture. 
I hope that my body won't hurt from the weather, 
that I won't get cancer like my family and father. 
But no matter what age I make it to, 
I want to spend my last day with you.

What will I be like when I get up in the years? 
Will I still get stupidly drunk on my favorite beer? 
Will I finally be able to grow a beard? 
Will I even be able to hear?

What will I be like when I'm an old man? 
Will I still play guitar, still want to be in a band? 
Will I finally start to floss? 
Or eventually worship a man on a cross?

What will I be like when my hair turns gray? 
Will I ever learn to love or will I push it all away? 
Will I spend all my time popping pills 
or high-fiving grrls who love Bikini Kill? 
Will I ever get married and settle down? 
Will I live a good life before I go in the ground? 
Will I ever pay my bills on time? 
Will I still curse all of the fucking time? 
Will I ever be like my dad? 
Will I ever do anything amazing? 
Will people still hang around me when I'm finally crazy?