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 put it off, you put it on Don't ever stop, it doesn't last
long The younger folk, they Don't understand, they Back in the day,
they You're gonna get it in the end
You heard it all before You
can't go on much more Its 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 the
life
I'm down on the floor, I'll settle down, do what I tell
ya. You're gonna get it in the end, You're gonna get it in the
end
The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks
are losers, they can't work computers
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 remember why
The old
folks are losers They can't work computers They die in December time