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As I walked down the hill like I did
Since I was a twenty-something kid
I thought, oh my God, there's something
Loose and shaking beneath my skin
Oh my God, these are my elbows, these are my wrists
This is my jaw, and these are my ribs
Underneath my skin, yes, there is a skeleton
I didn't think about this when I was twenty, or thirty, or forty
All I thought about then was spreading
My seed around via my rockstar glory
And at thirty, I thought for sure there was an eternity
Of magical days and nights on this planet laying before me
I didn't think I'd slow down when I was twenty, or thirty, or forty
But last night I was walking in the rain
And suddenly it hit me now that I'm fifty
My shoulder blades are pointy and my
Flesh feels less thick, more like gelatin
Suddenly, my skin was just something
There to mildly protect my skeleton
Some girls were in the restaurant talking about their charmed lives
About growing up rich and the many, many, many downsides
One of their parents used to punish her when she acted a fool
By making her walk to the bus stop and taking the bus to school
One of them said, Chinese food is so
Much better in China than in the States
I said, how profound that wouldn't have occurred to
The rest of us here enjoying the food on our plates
Spanish food is better in Spain, wouldn't you think, dimwit?
Southern food is better in the South, oh, you haven't been there?
Well, when you do, compare their grits to
The grits that they serve in Manhattan
Anyhow, young lady, please enjoy your food
Observe the homeless people outside, you're putting me in a bad mood
Oh, how I wanted to say more to her
And ask what she'd like to say on her
Tombstone when her charmed life is over
But I walked back up High Street in the rain
Came back to my apartment, got tucked into my
Bed with my girlfriend's cat and turned on CNN
Fifty-nine Tomahawk missiles were sent over to Syria
Because Trump saw photos of dead men and women and children
Adding more to the ever-growing pile of skeletons
Skeletons that are no longer protected by skin
Skeletons that are now ashes blowing in the wind
The ashes, my friend, are your sister's and brother's friend
And the answer, my friend, is that in war, nobody wins
Their ashes, my friend, are blowing
Their ashes, my friend, are growing
Their ashes, my friend, are blowing
Their ashes, my friend, are growing
And as I lay in bed, my skeleton warmed and protected by my aging skin
I can't see the cat scan, the cat is fat like a big feathery hen
And that girl is probably out at a bar gabbing with her friends
And I fall asleep tonight to the headline