Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser getting over myself today
And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain 'till you wash off the buzz Don't pull over 'till you're sure, one that wanted the floor, one that won't know the street, one that wanted to land, on the heart with his feet up oh watch out, you're only better off at half your life otherwise wasted House of cards, you fall hard