The Older I Get, The Better I Was

I am your fire and brimstone

Chasing, chasing your shadow

We're hypocritical thinkers in the worst way

With our busted up confessionals and liars and freak shows

We've been vindictive and so wicked, forgive me

We've come to shake things up

We're here to make things interesting

God forbid that we bring offense

When you read our sins in the album print

And honestly, this honesty has been killing me

I am your tired and burdened

Chasing, chasing your heaven

We're clinically defective at the worst times

With our twisted up convictions and destructive night walking

We're the drifters and the dreamers, forgive us

Mad dogs fury, raging on, with glory.