Twenty One Said Three Times Quickly Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - Dillinger Four

Past ten and i start to lose my sight 

Six hours gone, two fisting 

Try to talk but nothing comes out right 

Try to make it work tommorow 

Yesterday we were barely in command 

Full of dumb ideas, like children 

I blinked and the world had dropped my hand 

Don't let it show but I'm stumbling 

Now I've lost track of the things that I once knew 

I know what I want but I don't got the tools 

Carry the weight upon my back 

I'm killing time until the heartattack 

Now that you're twenty-one you're got a lot to lose 

Look back on better times, fuck all 'til twenty-two 

Now that you're twenty-one 

I've got no will to move ahead 

Don't understand just how we got here 

My memory dangles by a thread 

Try to bring it back but it's fading.