Too Old to Die Young

I've been around the block
Yeah, I've gathered many scalps
Yeah, I've breached more borders
Than the entire towering Alps
The traveller speaks of the world
The poet speaks of love
The madman to himself
And the dead of the above
But the subtext was you
But the subtext was you
But the subtext was you
I read it on the toilet wall
Your beauty's been enjoyed by all
So load my gin and hide my gun
'Cause I'm too old to die young
Arrested by the majesty
Of the Aegean Sea
You took me there in spring
And bought the mythic out of me
The horizon line of your legs
Are splayed like a Grecian frieze
With Venus as the master, oh
And Eros on his knees
In supplication to you
In supplication to you
In supplication to you
I read it on the toilet wall
Your beauty's been enjoyed by all
So load my gin and hide my gun
'Cause I'm too old to die young
With the bluster of a lion
With the manhood of a mouse
You were my sacrificial lamb
My bed's the slaughterhouse
A veteran of your bedroom
Where battle cries were sung
But the bedroom, like the battlefield
Is the province of the young
I've been beat black and blue
I've been beat black and blue
I've been beat black and blue
I read it on the toilet wall
Your beauty's been enjoyed by all
So load my gin and hide my gun
'Cause I'm too old to die young