Methuselah, Methuselah
Living live tilted on a twisted bend
Methuselah, Methuselah
An upturned head of hair with brushed ringlets, frayed ends
Methuselah, Methuselah
Cyclone trunk reaching up for the sky
Methuselah, Methuselah
Won't be going to heaven if he dies
Born before the pyramids
In a far off land
Back when there was empty space
Just tracks left in the sand
Saw infections spreading west
All but benign
Hope he wasn't born at all
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divine
Methuselah, Methuselah
Sorry we keep starting all these fires
Methuselah, Methuselah
Things are looking pretty damn dire
Born before the pyramids
In a far off land
Back when there was empty space
Just tracks left in the sand
Saw infections spreading west
All but benign
Hope he wasn't born at all
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divine
Eternal and divin
