I tried to die young which made me prematurely oldnI made sure to overindulge in sex and drugs and rock and rollnBut the sex produced a child, the drugs only worked for a little whilenAnd rock and roll got boring on the night the audience stayed at homennI tried to die young which made up which made up ten miles of bad roadnWhich leads to a nice place to visit if you don't run into anyone you knownBecause we all know how people talk, you southern belles just can't refrain from flapping your jawsnThe rumors still abound about the nights when I was trying to die youngnnBut I've only now realized that there's nothing wrong with stacking up the years and getting onnIt's as if we say survivors don't belongnThere's nothing worse than carrying on when there's nothing left to carry at allnnI tried to die young, I couldn't live past twenty-sevennI couldn't leave a good lookin' corpse just yetnI hadn't left enough behind to live onnMy next work will always be my bestnThe next record will always be my lastnHell, this could be the last time any of you ever see me alivennBut I've only now realized that there's nothing wrong with stacking up the years and getting onnIt's as if we say survivors don't belongnThere's nothing worse than carrying on when there's nothing left to carry at all