Yesterday You Were A Boy, Today You Are A Man
Happy birthday, birthday boy,
today you are eighteen.
From now on you're a man,
there's no more lurking in between.
The best years of my life are over,
well what's so best about 'em?
There's always been a bleak horizon
everywhere I roam.
I can feel death drawing closer,
to a heart's that's cut too deep,
but I guess this is growing up
so sing me back to sleep.
Graduation's coming fast,
the class clown's what they'll vote me,
I'll spend my life trying to make you laugh
and live in misery.
But misery sings and misery sells,
so I guess that's something, right?
No big surprise nor lustful eyes
will look on me tonight,
no more school for you, old friend,
men's work for you instead.
so happy birthday, birthday boy,
the child inside you's dead.
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