Call an ambulance, 'cause time is not at hand I split myself up, to do it all at once Now I'm young, then I'm gone Rob a store with me or fix that cake for free I'm acting like I'm 17, come on, come on body Feeling closer to 30 Years are passing by and I don't stand a chance I shake hands with the reaper to do it all again Don't be mad at me Our kids won't have money They sell their hugs for free With a useless art degree I hope they break their legs and get super smashed On Nintendo and parties Years are passing by and I don't stand a chance I shake hands with the reaper to do it all again I won't be a nag, a drag, nor an eyesore I get rid of myself before I get old