Tired Eyes

Camera one and camera two,are looking at you
 Looking at the wrinkly eyes in view
They're wondering where the Hell,the years have gone
In the old age fraternity,you don't belong

The sands of time are filtering through
 The hourglass vase,that's made for you
Do what you can,with the time you have
 Get yourself going,don't be a chav

Move your arse,shake it good and hard
 Before your given,the Spandille card
Come on lad,don't you realise
 You gotta wake up,those tiered eyes

Looking down,surveying your body
 Wrinkled and dimpled and looking a bit shoddy
Aches and pains,like never before
Your a future old bastard,you know the score