Aging Queens
Aging queens with matching dogs
And call girls in strangers' cars
And bullies lining up to play
Kick the Little Quiet Boy
Surely the way this world was meant to be
Still, it's a little painful here for me
The aged in their old folks homes
With foggy eyes and threadbare robes
And poets in coffee bars
With messy hair and old guitars
Surely the way this world was meant to be...
