crow s feet are ingrained on my face and i m living too late try to wash the black off my face but it s ingrained and i m living too late sleepless in control spleen agreed ace family must have stump tripod in the genes i m immune to things in my dreams i saw through the trees o er the poison river locks talk treacherous would beat but still my heart it is rock finally going through old parasite gate but there s a 24 hour clock watch and i m living too late think sometimes life is like a new bar plastic seats beer below par food with no taste music grates i m living too late once talking was my favourite while but now i know a conversation s end before it s done maybe i m living too long the daylight i see trouble on the streets fearing catastrophe to meet walk down the devil s boulevard but still my heart is hard they say them cellars black but i know they re wrong think it s one been living too long 