A source of pride or consequence, the path you tread is all your own
If it's not a noble pass, it's just another problem
And now, as your life winds down. a wind up toy with no more time

And no one willing to spin your key, to flail around and drag us down your creek

I'm older, colder, bolder. Don't give a %#@! if I'm addicted

My brain is hazy, lazy. It's not a waste cause I'm not gifted.
You (*##$ and moan how much it sucks now that you're getting older
But these things don't phase me cause I'm just an old punk rock stoner.