Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Older, artist - Dan Deacon. Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Song language: English
Get Older |
| This is the day |
| Of the expanding man |
| That shape is my shade |
| There where I used to stand |
| It seems like only yesterday |
| I gazed through the glass |
| At ramblers |
| Wild gamblers |
| That’s all in the past |
| You call me a fool |
| You say it’s a crazy scheme |
| This one’s for real |
| I already bought the dream |
| So useless to ask me why |
| Throw a kiss and say goodbye |
| I’ll make it this time |
| I’m ready to cross that fine line |
| Learnt to work the saxophone |
| I, I play just what I feel |
| Drink Scotch whiskey all night long |
| (Aah) |
| And die behind the wheel |
| They got a name for the winners in the world |
| I, I want a name when I lose |
| They call Alabama, «The Crimson Tide» |
| (Aah) |
| Call me Deacon Blues |
| (Deacon Blues) |
| My back to the wall |
| A victim of laughing chance |
| This is for me |
| The essence of true romance |
| Sharing the things we know and love |
| With those of my kind |
| Libations |
| Sensations |
| That stagger the mind |
| I crawl like a viper |
| Through these suburban streets |
| Make love to these women |
| Languid and bittersweet |
| I’ll rise when the sun goes down |
| Cover every game in town |
| A world of my own |
| I’ll make it my home sweet home |
| Learnt to work the saxophone |
| I, I play just what I feel |
| Drink Scotch whiskey all night long |
| (Aah) |
| And die behind the wheel |
| They got a name for the winners in the world |
| I, I want a name when I lose |
| They call Alabama, «The Crimson Tide» |
| (Aah) |
| Call me Deacon Blues |
| (Deacon Blues) |
| This is the night |
| Of the expanding man |
| I take one last drag |
| As I approach the stand |
| I cried when I wrote this song |
| Sue me if I play too long |
| This brother is free |
| I’ll be what I want to be |
| I learnt to work the saxophone |
| I, I play just what I feel |
| Drink Scotch whiskey all night long |
| (Aah) |
| And die behind the wheel |
| They got a name for the winners in the world |
| I, I want a name when I lose |
| They call Alabama, «The Crimson Tide» |
| (Aah) |
| Call me Deacon Blues |
| (Deacon Blues) |