Clocks

I feel like the time has went by
Looking at the time going by fast
In the future I will die
I gotta make my fans happy before I pass
I ain't even gotta lie
Making enough music till my heart last
Till I reach old age
Till I grow wrinkly skin
Crashing out onstage
Standing out in the sun getting crispy skin
The back of my hair starting to fade away
Possibly getting a couple of heart attacks
Family collecting my ashes and putting it in a ashtray
People trying to get inside my house and pulling armed attacks