Same Old Song

Coughing blood on an American tour
Left me bewildered, concerned for my future
The doctor told me with little pity
The consequences of all that gluttony
Always traveling to the next song along
With no concern for the vessel that will sing them
Same old, same old, same old song
Same old, same old, road to travel on
But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
So let’s sing the same old song
A weeping wound when you’re serving food
Won’t win you many tips
But sing a song of love gone wrong
And the accolades unzip their shackles
Always heading to the next song along
With no concern for the vessel that emotes them
Same old, same old, same old song
Same old, same old, road to travel on
But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
So let’s sing the same old song
Somewhere there’s reason
Somewhere there’s pain
Somewhere there’s progress
Like the cockroach, the sun it is always
Same old, same old, same old song
Same old, same old, same old road to travel on
But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
So let’s sing the same old song
Oh, let’s sing the same old song