Track byRichard Hickox
I used to be five, now I'm past twenty-five I hope I'm alive when I'm ninety-five One hundred and five might be too many fives Depending on what type of technology exists Talk to me, let me know you It's now about who is who, unless its me and you If I'm still alive and you need a friend Just come on by, I'll let you in I like to cook and I like to clean And I've got a decent pair of stereo headphones No one wants to be forgotten No one wants to lose No one tells the truth No one cares about me and you