still alive at fifty-five
I can’t believe my luck, still truckin’
shuckin’ my bandages, lickin’ my sweet wounds
still alive at fifty-five
if I had known I was gonna live this long
I would have abused myself more ardently
not jumped, but dived
still alive at fifty-five
my fifteen minutes, an instant replay
now the director’s cut. I feel like a
walking oscar, parody of myself
still alive at fifty-five
life is funny, but death is a joke
as long as you keep laughing.
I see my friends; they drop like flies
still aiive at fifty-five.
thanks for the drive and
thanks for the kicks
still alive at fifty-five
and all I want is fifty-six
