24 red house painters lyrics

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