father, flesh in rags

My back is killing me baby

I don't have any comfortable chairs

My spine will become warped

I won't be able to stand up straight

And I don't brush my teeth twice a day

Now I will lose them all in old age

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I'll have to glue some fake ones on

Volcanic rock can be dated reliably

Genotypes, phenotypes

And I will have my father's bald spot

Dating method

C14

Have to remember not to smile

Will lead to wrinkles in later life

And don't furrow your brow

Your forehead will grow ridges

I wish I didn't have veins

My eyeballs can feel my heartbeat

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Hair is dead skin particles