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