Something's Out to Get Me

Something's out to get me, something's on my trail
 Something like that bird dog running down that quail
 Maybe it's that hellhound, begging for my soul
 Something's out to get me, and something's on a roll
 Nothing used to get to me when I was young and strong
 My foolish ways were wicked, yet I could do no wrong
 I thought I was immortal, immunized from my own sin
 Nothing used to get to me, but now something's moving in
 Life's like an elevator, least that's what I have found
 You push a lot of buttons, but what goes up comes down
 Getting old might make you wiser, like they say it should
 But getting old's just getting old, and old ain't much damn good
 There's a natural order, least that's what I have found
 There's a limit on the time you get to stick around
 Book a table in a restaurant, but you can't sit there all night
 There's another party waiting, and the maitre d's uptight
 Something is relentless, like an ocean wave
 You got to take it lying down, from the cradle to the grave
 But if there's one small comfort, one thing I know is true
 That something out to get me is out to get you too