24 Lyricby Red House Painters
Lyric:
So It's Not Loaded Stadiums Or Ballparks
And We're Not Kids On Swingsets On The Blacktop
And I Thought At Fifteen That I'd Have It Down By Sixteen
And Twenty-four Keeps Breathing In My Face
Like A Mad Whore
And Twenty-four Keeps Pounding At My Door
Like A Friend You Don't Want To See
Oldness Comes With A Smile
To Every Love Given Child
Oldness Comes To Rile
The Youth Who Dream Suicide
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