The Catacombs of St. Sebastian

It came on like a drug
A sudden urge to live forever
Clear eyes, clearer head
And a crib where the chaos had been

And now, so peaceful
Before the war breaks out

Oh, now time is marching on
But we sing the same old songs
Aware of the ever-graying hair
Upon my head, my faulty eyes and ears

The songs I'm hearing now
Saying "We'll stay young forever"
But that ain't true, not me and you
And there's nothing more pathetic
Than the ones who never leave
The same old bars on the same old streets

Oh, now time is marching on
But we sing the same old songs
Aware of the ever-graying hair
Upon our heads, our faulty eyes and ears
Our faulty hearts and deepest fears

All of it's new
What the hell do I do when the time comes to be a man?
Provide you with food and medical too
Try not to dim your world view

All of it's new
What the hell do I do when the time comes to have a plan?
I'll provide you the tools, the love, not abuse
I'll try not to mess you up too bad