Old Angry Fluke

No one's as tall and all-over as me
I don't find things funny about what you think
See, we agree
Well I'm alack in personality today
But in reality today wouldn't exist without yesterday
(Or any other day)
Or any other day
(Anyway)
I know to impede with a great deal of speed
Would require wings in order to reach your height
Landing somewhere, somewhat bare
I'm still missing during the night
You're all alone and cold
Oh, your body is growing old
Time is reflected with a refractive light
And despite our efforts here, nothing's right
We've still got an appetite
(Let's go get a bite I've got a big appetite)
An appetizer, salad, bread, and soup
But by the main dish you're still hungry
But you've got more soup
(Finish your soup)
And I could spook you, you angry fluke
Never reminds me of nothing
How'd you find your dose of dismay
Hanging on with a broken finger?
You're all alone and cold
Oh, your body is growing old
Oh, your body's growing old
Oh, your body's growing old
Old
Old
I could spook you, you angry fluke
Never reminds me of nothing
How d'you find your dose of dismay
Hanging on with a broken finger?
You're all alone and cold
Oh, your body is growing old