17 July 2012
I don't want to live until I'm 100 If it means fading out with a lonely last breath I'd rather cop it out ravin' 70yrs young and misbehavin' On a concoction of mind twistin' meths
At a push perhaps I'll last until I'm eighty Providing there's some drama involved I'd rob the fat cat banks, Start a revolt and break ranks From the classic definition of 'old'
Maybe they'll track me down to a bar in my nineties By then, a modern day 'Bonnie' minus Clyde On the run from the law- they won't believe what they saw! When the cops are chasing my leathered old hide...
Just don't let a tired and sad Old Folks Home Be the place to end my final chapter and story When I go, let it be loud! And in front of a crowd, Shoot me down in a last blaze of glory.
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Out With A Bang • Opuss № I