Antics – Lyrics

Everyone knows me, the local inside joke
I was once the life of the party
Pills, liquor and smoke
It makes a fella stop and wonder “how much did I lose?”
In the dying breath of the party
A part of me died too

The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll
The vanguard of the young and reckless
Left town long ago
They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while
They say “the knucklehead is a classic case
of hopeless self denial”

Tellin’ the same old stories
Scared of getting old
Tellin’ the same old stories
Scared of getting old

Now I’m old and decrepit, and miss the golden days
A fleeting thing that passed me by
Somewhere in the haze
I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer
Or get a motorbike and a line of credit
And get the hell out of here

But I’m telling the same old stories
Scared of getting old
Livin’ the same old stories
Scared of getting old
Stuck in the same old stories
Scared of getting old