Pete will take me back again
He’s mellowed out and hiring
and I’ve sold out and I am looking
These songs they get me nowhere fast
I’ll work the counter and I’ll sell?
whatever goddamn thing sells the best
‘Cause mom and daddy they got money
but not enough to make life funny
I got an education girl
It just made me smart about this stupid world
I married once or twice again, I just ended up losing
another one or two of my best friends
‘Cause I had plans to do great things
with this bottle in my hand and this knucke by my ring
and I don’t know, I don’t know
so all the little children go,
“Is every door half open or half closed?”
Well I used to work for a girl
she sat behind a glass table
I thought she was a woman or a wounded animal
She would call to me from the den
show me her white fangs again
and I’d return the silver tray back to the kitchen
‘Cause she had money and just enough
to make me bend, bow, kneel, and bluff?
and I don’t know, I don’t know
so all the Roger Daltreys go,
“I hope I die before I get old”
Well I tried to be a priest
but there was too much to believe
I tried to be intellectual
but that wasn’t very sensual
I tried manual labor
I even mowed my mother’s lawn for her
She just gave me twenty dollars
and told me not to quit my day job
I said,?“Fine mom, I’d rather be a bum
because at least bums have more fun”
She said, “Without health insurance
you’ll just end up with a broken arm
and who’s gonna pay for them broken bones,
them student loans, that brand new guitar
That don’t sound like much of a rock star!”
Winter spring summer fall
I found it hard to screw it all
I tore my jeans and ripped my sleeves
put tattoos on my arms and knees
There’s comfort in the office chair
I put more gel into my hair?
There are open mic night slutty scenes
to fill my horny rockstar dreams
There are lost and found little children all around
and if you’re born above the middle
you still end up underground
And I don’t know, I don’t know
So all the little children go,
“Is every door half open or half closed?”
I dont know, so all the Roger Daltreys go,
“I hope I die before I get old”
I don’t know