We Don’t Want Your Cookies

Get off my lawn I want everybody gone I mean everybody gone So I can come back good for you So I can come back good for you While you were growing up, I was growing old God, I could feel my body going cold The curving of my back, liver blackening I know that you can't see it, but it's happening While we were punching in unavailingly God, I could feel my body failing me I'm picking at my skin, pulling out my hair Hoping that a younger man is under there If he's not, won't you cease? Won't you help me rest in peace? I know you can't help but poke But please, let me be Get off my lawn I want everybody gone I need everybody gone So I can come back good for you So I can come back good for you So I can come back good for you So I can come back good