Testo 14 To 41

Start blind, end up dumbYou're 16, You're 23, you're 32, you're 41....Gonna leave it all behind and not say sorryyea you are always right, so why worry?You learn to steal and lie to friends -- You trust no oneMy birthday's comin' around again...And there is no other wayI'm waiting for the bell to ring.I'm always older.I'm waiting for this bell to ringI'm always olderPressures and folds of fat and lip-stained lipstick calendersall hide under marriage porcelain that Im' falling overMy birthday, My birthday, My worst day.My Birthday's comin around again -- 14 to 41Start blind. End up dumb.You're 16, You're 23, You're 32, You're 41...Yea you're 32, you're 41.You're all those things and then your noneYou're through all that, you've just begun.