you wake to grab your shovel, see your breath it's made of tar, it's a subzero archaeological dig to find that artifact of a car, it's a 1992 corolla with a busted left tail light, but you're always reminded the oil one works right, and all the good old boys are playing bad new songs, on the country station while the city moves on, all the hot young things they don't age like wine, i'm on the bad side of 25, i'm on the bad side of 25, so you swivel out the driveway, of this tundra you call home, and bumper car your way on back to work, it's a place you hate to know so well, and yet feel so unknown, so you hula the snow off your parka all alone, what i've seen might air supply your hard rock spine, i've lived long enough to see some good friends die, it's a dangerous time to be a friend of mine, i'm on the bad side of 25, i'm on the bad side of 25, some people fade like evening, some just never go away, but there's simply no place safer than the bank the day after the robbery, so you wake to grab the paper, sip your coffee too much grind, you don't so much mind the aging, you just mind the getting wise, mix two parts jack with two bloodshot eyes, and you still feel cheated when your buzz subsides, put your poor old parents through some sleepless nights, still on the good side. still on the good side. how old will i be when i try to freeze time, and my age degrades into a well worn lie, she looks 18 between you and i?, i'm on the bad side of 25, my line til i slide by 35, make that the bad side of 45, if you remember the berlin wall sing it, i'm on the bad side of 25, if you remember before chernobyl sing it, i'm on the bad side of 25, if you remember before mike tyson was the champ, i'm on the bad side of 25, if you remember the super bowl shuffle don't sing it, i'm on the bad side of 25
