Middle-aged do the low rise on the waist   London halflife   Middle-aged, you're the low riser   Getting over myself today      And if you're compromised   Drive your car through the rain   And if you've been beaten   Drive your car through the rain      Until you wash off the buzz   Don't pull over 'till you're sure      One that wanted the floor   One that won't know the street   One that wanted to land   On the heart with his feet up      Oh, watch out, you're only better off   With half your life   Otherwise wasted house of cards   You fall hard