Hole Lyrics

9. Old Age

And I will await your highness 
I'm so high I cannot walk 
And I will await 
You cripple 
You take away my pride 
My peace, my empathy 
No babies sleep on atrophy 
Your unborn love and fetal stress 
Hard bitter candy, legless caress 

What was she for Halloween? 
The ugliest girl you've ever seen 
Someday she will die alone 

What was she for Valentine's? 
An old forgotten concubine 
Someday she will die for no one 

She seems to me to know 
All that glitters is sour 
All the lies in her place 
Jesus saves 
Old age 
Old age 
Old age 

It's okay to kill your idols 
Just pretend you have no rivals 
We all know that she is friendless 

Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue 
Just remove the hateful tissues 
We all know her rage is endless 

She seems to me to know 
All that glitters is sour 
All the lies in her place 
Jesus saves 
Old age 
Old age 
Old age 
Old age 

And then she begs and she says "Pretty please? 
I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean" 

No one knows she's Hester Prynne 
Someone please tell Anne Boleyn 
Chokers are back in again 

Someday she won't have to fake it 
Living will itself seem sacred 
Someday she will just refuse 

She seems to me to know 
All that glitters is sour 
All the lies in her place 
Jesus saves 
Old age 
Old age 
Old age 
Jesus saves 
Old age 

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry 
(Me in pieces) So sorry 
(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry 
(Me in pieces) So sorry

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