This Old Life - The Parlor

We’ve learned how to live this old life

We dance in the morning, sail away in the evening

We tell our mothers how we love them

And place our hands on the shoulders of our fathers

Oh this old life!

this old life

Oh we are wonderful animals

Blessed with the thoughts that drive us insane

And the means to compensate, the means to create

And heaps of hard working words to correlate

Oh this old life!

this old life