When I was young and arrogant you told me to shut my mouth and get on with it
I was so young and foolish, bold and bullish, kinda toolish
Endless nights of posing, frozen, underdressed
Obnoxious proclamations, our conversations an ignorant mess
When I was poor and envious you told me to eat my toast and contend with this
I was an eggy soldier, now I'm older I've got shoulders
Hiring and perspiring that must be tiring – I wouldn't know
Those kind of situations don't have the patience I suppose