Hole - Old Age lyrics

And I will await your highness

I'm so high I cannot walk

And I will await

You cripple

You take away my pride

My peace, my empathy

No babies sleep on atrophy

Your unborn love and fetal stress

Hard bitter candy, legless caress

What was she for Halloween?

The ugliest girl you've ever seen

Someday she will die alone

What was she for Valentine's?

An old forgotten concubine

Someday she will die for no one

She seems to me to know

All that glitters is sour

All the lies in her place

Jesus saves

Old age

Old age

Old age

It's okay to kill your idols

Just pretend you have no rivals

We all know that she is friendless

Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue

Just remove the hateful tissues

We all know her rage is endless

She seems to me to know

All that glitters is sour

All the lies in her place

Jesus saves

Old age

Old age

Old age

Old age

And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?

I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"

No one knows she's Hester Prynne

Someone please tell Anne Boleyn

Chokers are back in again

Someday she won't have to fake it

Living will itself seem sacred

Someday she will just refuse

She seems to me to know

All that glitters is sour

All the lies in her place

Jesus saves

Old age

Old age

Old age

Jesus saves

Old age

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry

(Me in pieces) So sorry

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry

(Me in pieces) So sorry