Your 47th birthday cake is peeing acid on your face, light a candle it
won’t light your fire, many bad things that you’ll hate, piling higher on
your plate. If you ain’t starving, you ain’t satisfied — learn to relax, if
it kills you, you had your chance, old on. ‘Cause it’s gone — sometimes I’m
a mangler, sometimes I sleep on it, sometimes I’m a hamburger, sometimes I
dream of it.
