The Fear

You are staring at the mirror
As the minutes go by
Then place your hands over your face
You wonder what went wrong
It’s all over the radio
And every morning show
You once believed in violence
Now you’re status quo
Oh no no no
The wrinkles show in your face
Oh no no no
Slowly you turn middle aged
And lately
You don’t synch with this century…
You fear of growing old
So long, so long, so long
To youth forever gone
The fear of growing old
(Late 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's)
You are staring at the TV
As the petrol bombs fly by
You once were young and beautiful
And change was in your mind
It’s all about the money now
It’s all about your age
The cynical indifference
The young you love to hate