The Grind

I'm not going to work today I'll sit in this chair getting older and older And as my lifetime wastes away This world of mine gets colder and colder Some might say the game has changed The rules are fixed but they stay the same It's better to burn out than to fade away This time I swear we're gonna make it On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On and On All the cool kids stand in the back Arms crossed to keep their hearts from attacking Laced up, back braced In bed by ten, ten on the weekends Some might say the game has changed The rules are fixed but they stay the same The jig is up and your hand is played This time I swear we're gonna make it On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On and On On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On Getting Older and Older On and On On and On On and On and On