When I was young and knew who I was
(Before my grey matter turned to pink fuzz)
I knew all the tricks and I knew all the ways
To play all the games the smart monkeys played.
I knew where to look and I knew where to aim
And I knew that all targets looked just the same.
I knew there were liars and I knew there were fools
I just didn't know they made all the rules.
I knew what was bad and I knew what was good
I knew when to duck and when to knock wood.
I no longer duck (or knock wood anymore
Because when I do, I answer the door.)
I keep getting older because there's no choice.
Everything cracks, bones brain and voice.
But if I lived seven lifetimes I still won't know why
Those God damned smart monkeys told me such lies.