You forfeit your memories Now you can't remember it You can't remember shit You can't illicit sympathy for sickness When what you're coughing up is gold Now the kids are in their uniforms They're waiting to be told That you'll be young forever It's the others who get old It was a surprise I suppose Is on the mouth too on the nose? Move into the city where three feet is a yard Climb up to the roof to see if we can't Corner the stars Move into the city where three feet is a yard Climb up to the roof to see if we can Corner the stars