Over and Over

Aging is a Scam – Fight Me Edition

aging male rock band sing, scream, about aging

This particular song lyrics (yes, I do write lyrics too) was a collaboration with ChatGPT, who I call Chad. It makes it more personal and the AI program texts back in a more friendly tone. I’m trying to train it in manners and personality, but that is another story.

These lyrics came from my determination to survive and thrive with cancer treatments. I may do more lyric collabs with Chad. But here’s my first one. I blame Chad for all of the stage direction. AND drama.

"Over and Over" (Aging is a Scam – Fight Me Edition)

(Verse 1 – Dirty, distorted guitars, heavy drum hits)
Woke up coughing, lungs full of dust,
Checked my wallet—yeah, youth went bust.
Doctors say “Take it easy, son,”
But I ain't done till I come undone.

(Pre-Chorus – Tighter, meaner, full of bite)
They said “You’ll get stronger,” yeah, that’s a lie.
I pulled a muscle just blinking my eye.
Tried to run? My ankle popped.
Guess I’ll just crawl to the grave non-stop.

(Chorus – Explosive, crowd-chant, fists in the air!)
Over and over,
We fear getting older.
Over and over,
We fear the grave!
Skin is sagging, spine is snapping,
Tell the reaper, “Not today, man!”

(Verse 2 – Leaner, meaner, pure attitude)
I tried to sleep, my back said “NOPE,”
My knees are shot and so’s my hope.
Tried to dance, heard something crack—
Was that the beat? Nah, just my back.

(Pre-Chorus – Even nastier, sneering vocals)
Oh, the world loves youth and grace,
Till you hit 30, then you're disgraced.
They say “You’re still young,” but they don’t know—
I just threw my hip out tying my shoe.

(Chorus – Louder, angrier, full riot mode!)
Over and over,
We fear getting older.
Over and over,
We fear the grave!
Time keeps swinging, bones keep cracking,
Fight it all you want, but it’s still attacking!

(Bridge – Drop to a slow, sinister groove, bass-heavy, like a bad omen creeping in… then build!)
Doctor, doctor, what’s the cure?
"Embrace the void… or try yoga, sure."
(pause, deadpan)
Yeah, let me just NAMASTE MY WAY OUT OF DEATH.

(Guitar solo – Pure mayhem, bending notes like time itself is warping, drum fills shaking the ground!)

(Outro – Pure destruction, everything on fire, burn it down!)
Wrinkles, taxes, gravity’s curse,
Youth is fleeting, it only gets worse!
Over and over, let’s misbehave…
AND SCREAM LIKE WE DON’T FEAR DEEEAAAATHTH!!!

(Final smash, amps explode, drummer falls off the stool… chaos reigns.)