Someday soon
someday soon
familiar breeze will fill your living room
rugs lash out their lizards tongues
you're not getting young
you're not getting young
but you're going to die
and you're going to be needing all of your lies
you'll be all alone when the animals cry
all by yourself in the infancy's lie
someday soon
someday soon
television bleeding like a harvest moon
flush the scissors down the hole
you're getting old
you're getting old
and i hate to remind you but you're going to die
and you're going to be needing all of your lies
you'll be all alone when the animals cry
all by yourself in the infancy's lie
someday soon
someday soon
someday soon
someday soon