99 songs up in my head
Gotta get em out before I'm dead
Laying in bed in the late afternoon
With death on my mind and hung over too
I'm not getting younger and I'm going bald.
All the progress I've made seem so very small
All in all.
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to say?
I do not know.
There's hope in the future or that's what I'm told
At least I'm not starving, at least I'm not cold
Oh no oh no
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to say?
I do not know.
99 songs up in my head
Gotta get em out before I'm dead