Spring Onion - Song for pete lyrics

Looking out over Brooklyn And my knees, my knees are shot Middle age is here And the renaissance is not 16 onto 38, 20 pull off dead Looking after your dog And he can't be left alone He's as dumb as a log But the telephone is cold 18 onto 45, 20 pull off dead You were back from Alaska And you were head of state Yeah it's mostly symbolic But you might control my fate 80 onto 95, 20 pull off dead