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Imagine it sung by Tina Turner with backing music from Joe Satriani.

My progeriatric inner child, he sways
nodding to the caution of the world, these days
He wants to rid us of every fragile thing;
he’s packed it all up neatly in boxes
he drags by strings.

My eyesight will leave me before faith
When everyone has up and gone, away
I want to tear a hole just to see what
might be inside, you know
I know
I know it will never go away

They leave as they choose
and you know they always do
The soil I'm left to till,
the grave in there is all I'll ever fill

I'm alienated
By sheer wisdom
I'm alienated
By sheer blasphemy

They leave as they choose
and you know they always do
The soil I'm left to till,
the grave in there is all I'll ever fill

They leave as they choose
and you know they always do
The soil I'm left to till,
the grave in there is all I'll ever fill