Old Age - Live 1995

And I will await your highness
I'm so high i cannot walk
And I will await
You cripple you take away
My time, my peace, my empathy
No baby sleep on atrophy
Your unborned love and fetal stress
Hard bitter candy, legless caress
What was she for Halloween?
The ugliest girl you ever seen
Someday she will die alone
What was she for Valentine's?
The old forgotten concubine
Someday she will die for no one
She seems to me to know
All the glitter is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age
It's okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
We all know that she's friendless
Spits at mirrors it's not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissues
We all know her rage is endless
She seems to me to know
All the glitter is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age
And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?
I'll make her pure again, i'll make her clean"
No one knows she's Hester Prynne
Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
Chokers are back in again
Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem sacred
Someday she will just refuse
She seems to me to know
All the glitter is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age
Jesus saves
Old age
I'm sorry (Rest in pieces)
So sorry (Me in pieces)
I'm sorry (Rest in pieces)
So sorry