Ahhhh.........      I'd be dead by 33   That was my best guess   But hey, here I am this morning   Singing, "Happy Birthday to me,"   As I clean up all this mess   'Cause I'm left still alive without warning      In the big boring middle of my long book of life   After the twist has been told   If you don't die in glory at the age of Christ   Then your story is just getting old      Ahhhh...      You can see Leather Jacket James   And Jimmy fanned the flames   And those posters will always will always look younger   Ah, but they never knew   And they can't guide us through   The long stretch of spiritual hunger      In the big boring middle of our long book of life   After the twist has been told   If you don't die in glory at the age of Christ   Then your story is just getting old      Ahhhh....      As a skinny kid, she knew that she should never sell her beauty   But it's a strong narcotic to feel the public stare   It's like a powerful dose of some synthetic self-image   It makes you feel so alive   As long as it is there      That was how she fell   Not pushed by human hands   She was pushed by the eyes all around her   So she fell back into her past   Where her beauty marked her last   So the cameras could never have found her      In the big boring middle of her long book of life   After the twist has been told   If you don't die in glory at the age of Christ   Then your story is just getting old      Ahhhh........      Now when Jesus told the rest   That He would have His way   And in death, He would not be defeated   Baby, it was all for the best   For what He had to say   Because He would not always have to repeat it      In the big boring middle of His long book of life   After He passed 32   If you don't die in glory at the age of Christ   Then your story is still coming true      Still coming true.......   Still coming true......      Ahhhh...........