Lazarus,
Come dazzle us
Show up in my town
We can wrestle for the crown
Of the oldest son of a bitch
Still taking steps
Above ground

I’m aged
Like bottles of bourbon
More kick but even still
Kinder in the morning

Time draws lines
Around our faces
Maybe just
To put us in our places
But I don’t have the grace
To go before I say

I’m aged
Like wheels of cheddar
Skin got tough, taste is
Sharper. Better.

I live a life
Seasoned like the sea
If it’s just
A lie that I am free
Then it’s a lie that I believe
I know what I should I say

Lazarus,
Come dazzle us,
I’ll be easy to track down.
I’ll be wearing the crown
Of the oldest son of a bitch
Still taking steps
Above ground