Antics

Intro Verse Everyone knows me, the local inside joke I was once the life of the party, pills, liquor and smoke It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?" In the dying breath of the party, a part of me died too Instrumental Verse The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll The vanguard of the young and reckless left town long ago They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while They say "the knucklehead is a classic case of hopeless self denial" Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old Instrumental Verse Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days N.C. A fleeting thing that passed me by somewhere in the haze I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer Or get a motorbike and a line of credit and get the hell out of here But I'm telling the same old stories, scared of getting old Livin' the same old stories, scared of getting old Stuck in the same old stories, scared of getting old Outro