What’s my age again, what’s my age again, wait that isn’t heavy metal but all people have it in them literally, or on them, and I suppose I’m only getting heavier at my age. Kid Rocks, because am I growing up, I wanted to be an astronaut, help Atlas.
Stoned, however, it’s known
as heavy metal plays on my phone
I know I must be a pain
for Atlas carrying the Earth
Perhaps a sapphire is to blame
Because all that glitters is not gold
or silver, diamonds, and I was told
It doesn’t matter what’s in a name
A stone will crush us all the same
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