All the flowers are in bloom and I'm down here in my tomb ceilings made of grass guess theres no looking back
floor is moaning screaming days are gone no more dreaming the world gets older and over
I won't get older and over I won't get older and over I won't get older and over
I wont get older
love is truly in the air but what do I care rotting underground wishing I could make a sound another perfect evening wasted in the mud if I were out there I wouldn't act older and over
I won't get older and over I won't get older and over I won't get older and over
I won't get older
over it you just can't get over it
over it you just can't get over it can you sweet cheeks?