Who lives in Alphaville

Old but gold
They used to tell
Liars
I’m now in hell

Flaking skin
Fragile bones
Nothing functions as it should
I’d kill myself if I could

I killed my pony yesterday
Poisoned his flowers
Shot him in the head
Like the old times

Old but cold
No blood flowing
Not enough
No erection in a decade
Just this bloody cough

I want to be
Forever young

My my my
My generation
Are mostly dead by now

But at least my twenty-four
Grandchildren
Come to visit sometimes
And I feel young again

Sarah
The one I like to grope the most
But there are others getting prettier
Fill me with hope

Get me the rope
Sarah

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