Текст песни 24

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 doorRed House Painter - 24 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/red-house-painter/24-lyrics.html
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