A MAN IN HIS PRIME

A MAN IN HIS PRIME

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Less hair, more belly. The hangover is more long-lasting than ever. Nobody can escape the ravages of time. Even though HARDBONE by way of comparison still belong to the younger generation, they winkingly aver that the aging process has no noteworthy impact on them. Men in their prime, as it is made clear in this mid-tempo rammer.

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I still bark, I still bite, I still can make you bleed
Not too many miles, not too many years, I’m right where I want to be
I’m holding on to my good old days, I’ll still take it with you
Nothing beats a classic, baby, and I’m the living proof

I’m a man in his prime
I am aging like whiskey and wine
I’m a man in his prime
Second to none, I lay it on the line

Razor-sharp, I still cut like a knife, don’t you get in my way
Now and then a little rust, but I am here to stay
You think you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, it’s up to you
But let me tell you something, fella, you ain’t got no clue