24 - Red House Painters

Written by：Mark Kozelek

So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks

And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop

And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen

And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face

Like a mad whore

And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door

Like a friend you don't want to see

Oldness comes with a smile

To every love-given child

Oldness comes to rile

The youth who dream suicide

Oldness comes with a smile

To every love-given child

Oldness comes to rile

The youth who dream suicide