I'm old and crazy, but I still give a damn. And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam.
Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.
The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.
I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?
What bothers me most is that I don't bother you.