Death is always on my back It follows me round most places And with this full head of hair There’s a brand-new life for me out there But I just can’t land those aces
25 and still alive Save my airs and graces.
Summer’s harsh and winter’s bark Beat you senseless, take their mark Shows his teeth most weeks, most nights It shakes me and wakes me, frights me Grins benignly
25 and still alive Can’t take that lightly
And despite the sweetest girl at number 16 And the most violent dog that I’ve ever seen. Deafening booming bark every time I phone And the jangling clank of ex-boyfriends’ bones
25 and still alive She never felt like home, no.
And when the masks come off I promise that I’ll come back And take out your carpets And paint your windows black
25 and still alive And I ain’t finished yet 25 and still alive And I ain’t finished yet 25 and still alive, swear that I ain’t finished yet, no