Someday soon, someday soon Familiar freaks will fill your living room Rugs lash out their lizard tongues You're not getting young, you're not getting young
But you're going to die And you're going to be needing all of your eyes
You'll be all alone When the animals cry All by yourself Inside infancy's lie
Someday soon, someday soon Television bleeding like a harvest moon Flush the scissors down the hole You're getting old, you're getting old
And I hate to remind you but you're going to die And you're going to be needing all of your lies
You'll be all alone When the animals cry All by yourself In some infancy's lie