S.R.O.

He's just a quiet man who likes to talk a lot
He's just an old soul living in a young man's body
Now is it a middle aged man's body
Or a slightly older man's body
He's just an old man living in an old man's body

Hello, I've been waiting here for you
As a matter of fact, man
We've all be waiting here for you
You're falling backwards

Tumbling towards the ground
Will it rush up to break your neck
Or is there no bottom to be found?

I hope you realize you're a bastard
But your father's still around
And his straight white version of events
Isn't how this shit goes down

Oh, it's real you're falling faster
Tumbling further down
I wish I could tell you that it gets better, man
But it doesn't
It doesn't at all

All my enemies, they are imaginary
All my demons, they are real as day

Step back
There are punks all over the world