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