Stop the clock, take time out.
Time to regroup before you lose the bout.
Freeze the frame, back it up.
Time to refocus before they wrap it up.
Years are getting shorter, lines on your face are getting longer.
Feel like you're treading water, bout the riptides getting stronger.
Don't panic, don't jump shit, can't fight it like taxes.
At least it happens only once in your life.
They're singing happy birthday, you just want to lay down and cry.
Not just another birthday, it's 3090.
Why can't you stay 29?
Hell, you still feel like you're 22.
Turn 30, 1990, bang you're dead.
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Clear the runway, make another pass.
Try one more approach before you're out of gas.
Friends are getting fatter, hairs on your head are getting thinner.
Feel like cuckolina batter, on a team that ain't a winner.
Don't freak out, don't strike out, can't fight it like city hall.
At least you're not alone, your friends are there too.
They're singing happy birthday, you just wish you could run away.
Who cares about a birthday but 3090?
Hey, can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the engineer.
Turn 30, 1990, boom you're passe.
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinker Bell, we trade to never never land.
Emerald City's gone to hell, since the wizard blew up his command.
On the streets you hear the voices, lost children, crocodiles, you're not into.
Making choices, wicked witches, poppy fields or men behind the curtain.
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers, cock is ticking, that's for certain.
And they're singing happy birthday, I just wish it all were a dream.
It feels much more like doomsday, fuck 3090.
Seems like I'm in for a twister.
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
Turn 30 in the 90s.
Into my hands now, the ball is passed.
I want the spoils but not too fast.
The world is calling, it's now or never land.
Why can't I stay a child forever and?
3090, 3090, 3090, 3090, 3090, 30, 3090.
What can I do?
3090, 30, 3090.
What can I do?
