Just about a week ago, I set out on the roof Seekin my frisbee and football, lookin for a can of coke And things got weird, and things got 'zarre, I guess you will know the truth Oh! Lord, slippin. The old die young Rode in on the school bus but I'll be walkin the 'tuique treadmill I was just passin out, must be a cardiac event Ran out of water and anergy looks like ther took my fans Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young The man from the the clouds said I was 'bout to die Somewhere I lost conciseness. I ran outta air to breathe I came into tunnel and saw s light, looks like it's an epic fail Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young Mmmm If I only had a nickel for every breath I breathed And every time I had to listen while people talked away You know, I'd catch the next plane back to where I was before I died Oh! Lord, slip'in the old die young Oh! Lord, slipping the old die young