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...