Too Old To Die Young

I’ve been around the block
Yeah, I’ve gathered many scalps
I’ve breached more boarders
Than the entire towering alps

The traveler speaks of the world
The poet speaks of love
The mad man to himself
And the dead of the above

But the subtext was you
But the subtext was you
But the subtext was you

I read it on the toilet wall
Your beauty’s been enjoyed by all
So load my gin and hide my gun
Cos I’m too old to die young

Arrested by the majesty
Of the Aegean sea
You took me there in Spring
And brought the mythic out in me

The horizon line of your legs
Splayed like a Grecian frieze
With Venus as the master
And Eros on his knees

In supplication to you
In supplication to you
In supplication to you

I read it on the toilet wall…

The Bluster of a lion
With the manhood of a mouse
You were my sacrificial lamb
My beds the slaughter house

A veteran of yr bedroom
Where battle cries were sung
But the bedroom, like the battlefield’s,
The province of the young

I’ve been beat black and blue
I’ve been beat black and blue
I’ve been beat black and blue

I read it on the toilet wall…