That's what life is about
The need to rant and rave and shout
If you ain't alive your dead
Get that other stuff out of your head
I tire of worrying about unbathed cowards in a cave
I'm not to another man's thinking a slave
So that in itself is a rant
The edicts read I won't recant
It bothers me to have to worry about such things
What is important well I have or not Angel's wings
Terrorism itself is feed by drugs
and carried out by senseless thugs
I am at the age I worry about travel in a hearse
Is it a Cadillac or Mercedes which is worse
If it kills some time I well stay around and converse
I think we should start aged and come back a child
For old people get ornery I like being kid beguiled
If you come out an old man and look out side
You're smart enough to want to stay around for the ride
Those in the middle are confused don't know what to do
That why some in the world can be guided by a fool
Because if there was a choice I'd put aging in reverse
It would be a fun thing for kids to ride in a hearse