Age Nowhere

from by Shrug

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This might be the 3rd incarnation of this song.

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I'm a Christmas tree
On Groundhog's Day
I'm fillet mignon
On a TV tray
I'm a wet cigarette
In a lifeboat box
I'm all about intentions
But at least I'm here

To your guns, to your guns
Yeah the marching soldiers
To your boiling oil

I set a lump of coal
In your diamond mine
I saw your eyes light up
Were they dollar signs?
I'm only flesh and cold
Whenever one winks out
I'm hanging in suspension
But at least I'm here

To your guns, to your guns
Yeah the marching soldiers
To your boiling oil
I try to salvage what I can
From my weekend in the sun
'Til age nowhere strikes again
Age nowhere strikes again

To your guns, to your guns
Yeah the marching soldiers
To your boiling oil
I try to salvage what I can
From my weekend in the sun
'Til age nowhere strikes again
Age nowhere strikes again...

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from Whole Hog for the Macho Jesus, released 15 October 2005

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