When I'm old I'll be old
Nobody will have to come bust my b*lls anymore
What I'll have done I'll have done
I'll just want to sit and remember the good days
Many I know will be dead
Buried under meters of ingratitude
I'll stay old remembering
That I never thanked enough
Who handed me a rhyming couplet
Who made me feel good for a night
Who told me a nice story
When I'm old I'll be old
Of those nobody wants around
Because he's seen everything and done everything
And can't stand those whose turn is now
They'll respect me like you respect the time
That separates study from the exam
I hope to be satisfied with my days
Those still hungry will avoid my gaze
At night I'll listen lying down
To the relentless drip of a sink
That marks time like a killer
And then maybe on a Saturday in May
I'll ask a star for a ride
And to all the bullies I'll say again
With me you'll never win
And then on a Sunday morning
Still on my skin your perfume
To all the bullies I'll say loud
With me you'll never win
When I'm old I'll be old
Of inevitable mistakes I'll have made two hundred
And for the ones I made on purpose
I surely won't stand there offering compensation
If I'm not able when it's time
I feel like doing it now that I'm aware
Before hardness separates us
I thank everybody endlessly
When I'm old, period, that's it
The life that's ending will show its a*s
With my soldier's pension
All my future will have been used up
I'll call whoever I want an idiot
I'll say all the books are useless
And that a thousand centuries of history
Aren't worth a single second truly lived
With whoever fought to stay alive
With whoever helped me while I got by
With whoever taught me something that
And then maybe on a Saturday in May
I'll ask a star for a ride
And to all the bullies I'll say again
With me you'll never win
And then on a Sunday morning
Still on my skin your perfume
To all the bullies I'll say loud
With me you'll never win