Old Folks Home

Its time to put on your Sunday best
Put a pot of flowers on the windowsill
Wait for a visit from my family and friends
Its always the nurse coming through the entrance

Feel so alone, every day
This idle life is so placating
The ones I used to love are only worried about
The details of my passing on

The ones I used to love are only worried about
The details of my passing on
When I wish instead of that theyd care about me
While I am still here and not yet gone

Living in an old folks home

What can I do to pass the time?
I only got my TV, my books, and my rhymes
I stack my broken hopes and dreams on a shelf in the corner

I find myself gazing at the walls
I wonder who will crush them with the wrecking ball
These walls were built to disconnect my humanity

And I sometimes speak when theres only me
I am going crazy

Living in an old folks home

Time is dead where I am
Dont got room here to pretend
Got a pot of boiled tea
But its not too alleviating

Already wasted my entire life
Now I waste away here in this cell
Sit and sift through all my blood
It is full of soot and charred remains

Sit and sift through all my blood
It is fool of soot and charred remains
I only know its not yet the end
But I have trouble finding the beginning

Living in an old folks home

Dosed with a plethora of pills
Dont even remember just what it kills
Nurse hands me pills in a ketchup cup and says swallow em down

Psychological illnesses in my mind
Cant remember taste, Im going blind
When the nurse is speaking to me I reply with What?

To rest my bones I need a sleeping pill
I dont have the will

Living in an old folks home

Think about the old days when I was high and drugged and fucked on nicotine
Think about the old days when I was trying my best to look like James Dean
In the old days that I speak of I was only seventeen
And now these days my life is shallow like that of a tattered dancing queen

Sit and watch the birds on the lawn
The grass is green but not that long
Spend my empty days sipping lemonade
Dont like the sun I lounge in dark

Living in an old folks home

Lately I am feeling so depressed
And hell knows I did my best
To break through this long tunnel and shed the light

Just want to be gone
Depressed and bored
Just want to be gone
Life is no reward
Just want to be gone
Its a rushing wave
Just want to be gone
Feel like a slave
Just want to be gone

Living in an old folks home

I cannot wait until the end
When they put the nails in