The Age of Impotence Lyrics

Everybody’s made to break down We’re saddled with an expiration date Me, I’m a rotten egg Stinkin’ up the joint With this sulfurous, ageist angst I’ll wear out a welcome like a bad cliche Never really had an endgame Never quite sure when the jig is up Now, I guess I’m stuck Only so much An old Raconteur can fake Before the giant cane yanks you off stage Should’ve had a backup plan Guess you’ve only had 40 years to delinеate Could’ve had a bird-in-hand A cozy little job With a housе and dog Maybe you’re down the wrong road Back up, see where the other roads go… Mutherfucker Think I’m gonna start all over Gonna try to reinvent the wheel A new look and feel A middling man in a Midlife house of mirrors Tell me when that mutherfucker Disappears It’s never gonna go away The crippling weight of Years stacked upon years It’s never gonna go away This aching sense of being displaced Maybe you’ve driven in a ditch Plow through into oblivion This is the age of impotence Grand works of insignificance My life’s been one long unboxing Of every thought that’s ever come to me And you can’t stop now You gotta feed that beast You gotta let it all out Even if no one is listening — fuck