Old Man Lyrics - Green Yeti

Old man sits, with a glass in his hand 

Hears the wind playing tunes of some band 

Hazy eyes, clouds of smoke in his lungs 

Reaching out for his last lonely song 

On this earth 

Crow flies on a straight perfect line 

Like the voice of the souls left behind 

St. Paul's orders: "The sinners must pay" 

What the lord gives, he then takes it away 

On this earth 

Night, bed of nails 

Wine, never fails 

Fast, words you say 

Had enough, pills today 

Tired, of yourself 

White, eyes and hair 

Slow, words you say 

Had enough, pills today 

Been 

Awake 

Long time ago 

Drinking 

Hard 

And getting stoned 

In 

The tomb 

You're calling home 

Old 

Man 

You'll die alone