when the old gray mare comes around
i'll be living underground
when the old gray mare comes around
i'll be living underground

suddenly the night is too cold
and the ceiling fans make shrilly shrieks
from working too long
working too hard
must slow down
must slow down

turn the corner
head into fall
with a cap on my head
a bottle in my hand
mischief on my mind

there is adventure
to be found
there is time
to scout it out
to move it down
to keep it going

don't want no talk of drugs
waco ghosts
blair witch bitches
inflation fears
or overcrowded jails

don't mean nothing to me
don't mean nothing to me

not now
not today
not when i got the time
not when i got the time

the old gray mare is coming around
i better get underground
the old gray mare is coming around
i better get underground

raise your hands in the air
your voices to the sky
your butt to the beat
the waves on the street
don't mean nothing without direction

faceless recognition
triggerless locks
fearful embrace
separate collection

do we want the new doo
do we need the theme song
do we care what we're saying
do we go to the go go

are you ready to go to the show
(go)
are you ready to go to the show
(go)

plastic vests
are you serious?

what are we buying
what are we selling
is there a difference
or just unequal barter

the old get older
and the young get stronger
the old get older
and the young get stronger

banger
baller
longer
taller
on the lips with just a hint of tongue and a nice lime twist

here is the old gray mare
i should be underground
here is the old gray mare
i should be underground

where do we go from here now that all of the children have grown up

i can't see the door no more
i can't see the door no more

Matt Worley just apologizes.