I remember when I was a kid, just eight years old
You remember what we did? We would search for gold
We would dig a hole in the backyard
Bury some shit, make swords out a cardboard
Then we would imagine fire-breathing dragons
And battle them bitches till the sun went down
Until mom would yell, get your ass in the house
It's getting dark outside, we’d be back in about
Twenty minutes or so, re-digging the hole
On the first day of winter, we’d both catch a cold
And little Wendy next door would play doctor with us
That’s how we learned about girls, cooties and stuff
Gosh those were the days, man, but they went away man
We went and grew up, no more lemonade stand
Our imagination faded away
I’m too busy today, to come out and play

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I don’t want to grow old
(I don't want to waste it all away)
Its getting so cold
I can feel it in my bones
(I don't want to waste it all away)
I just want to go home

We traded action figures for facts and figures
Tonka trucks for Sanka cups
Tell me what’s with us?
Why grow up so fast? Tell me, what’s the rush?
I guess it’s the bucks, I got a 9 to 5 now
Suit and tie now, guess I’m tied down
I don’t got the time now to watch my own son slide down the slide that I slid down
I think I’ll just sit down, rest my weary legs
Feet up near the bed, it's time to clear my head
Reminisce about the past with sentimental affection and look upon my future with fear and dread
A wise man once said
Only the good die young
Does that mean if I grow up, that I’m bad or something?
I guess I had it coming
Squandered my youth
Shed my skin for an Armani suit

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They say time is cyclical, but I’m getting cynical
In my old age now, I pray its just biblical
Like my second coming will have trumpets and drumming
A lot of singing and screaming, drinking, smoking and fucking
Now wouldn’t that be something?
I could be a kid again
Repeat the things I did at ten and not mess up
I’d have a lot less of
The regrets I had on the first go around, which I have an excess of
But after life is there an Afterlife?
It's how we use our time now that matters right?
I should be satisfied, not live in the past
Like back then, I scored more ass
I don’t move so fast these days
I’ve had hips replaced
Emergency surgery, I’m at Heaven’s Gate
St. Peter’s like great, this fucking guy, his ass will have to wait

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(Tell me why I have no time, to look into the otherside)