Prolonged Life
I wanna live to a hundred-and-three
A minor footnote in history
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-six
They’ll bury my bones among the sticks
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-nine
My blood just like fermented wine
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-twelve
Baby I’ll never kill myself
Oh no
I wanna live to a hundred-fifteen
Ride in some futuristic limousine
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-twenty
Food for flowers in the Land of Plenty
Oh yeah
I wanna live to one-twenty-five
All you gotta do is survive
Oh yeah
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017
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