I used to have heroes
Now they're dropping like flies
I used to have friends
But they were old school ties
I'm so tired of the ugliness
And I have seen it all
I'm so tired of the hurt in my heart
And I can't stand tall
I must be getting old, I'm missing everything
Don't follow me, I'm stumbling
Down Memory Lane
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Byrsdy jangle of Librarians With Hickeys.
