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Thirty nine, my hair should be parted not spiked and green
My nights should end at ten and not six AM
But it is and they don't
I still get excited when the Adolescents play
Wake up not knowing what I did last night
Finding out and thinking that was cool, not sad
I might be an adult but I'm still a minor at heart
Okay, my liver is my senior part
But that's a part you can trade in
When your band has been a band longer than the Ramones
And critics coin you "the punk Rolling Stones"
That's when you know this is for life