Old die young

Just about a week ago, I set out on the roof
Seekin my frisbee and football, lookin for a can of coke
And things got weird, and things got 'zarre, I guess you will know the truth
Oh! Lord, slippin. The old die young

Rode in on the school bus but I'll be walkin the 'tuique treadmill
I was just passin out, must be a cardiac event
Ran out of water and anergy looks like ther took my fans
Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young

The man from the the clouds said I was 'bout to die
Somewhere I lost conciseness. I ran outta air to breathe
I came into tunnel and saw s light, looks like it's an epic fail
Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young

Mmmm

If I only had a nickel for every breath I breathed
And every time I had to listen while people talked away
You know, I'd catch the next plane back to where I was before I died
Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young
Oh! Lord, slipping the old die young