Collateral Damage

To be fair There is not a lot of difference Between in here or out there Wherever we go There'll be collateral damage What faculties did we take for granted? All said and done! It's a part of being young When a vineyard is plum-ripe You know its time call it a night And close the deal Barrel up all your days And remember those lax long summers Delinquent remises. What faculties did we take for granted? What the atom-bomb will I do? When I can't control my bowel Or bladder to urinate or do a number two Of course, you can blow the world to smithereens' When I'm wheeled into a nursing home There'll be no airs or graces I swear To be fair There is not a lot of difference Between in here or out there Wherever we go It's all a sanatorium don't you know.