Songs About Old Age Decrepitation, Losing Control of Bodily Functions etc

Randy Newman almost certainly

Yeah, but that wasn't about old age so much as general loss of...structure.

Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted body
Is dissected, lacerated and shred-
Life is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the floor
Grotesquely dismembered
As the cavities I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally disfigured
Another pathological waste...
Flowing blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering stiff
I dismember with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...

Warren Zevon's "Play it All Night Long"

Grandpa pissed his pants again/he don't give a damn
Borther Billy has both guns drawn/He ain't been right since Vietnam.

I remember
The morning I awoke
I remember, but not very well
Marinating in a pool, a puddle of blood
and urine
My own urine and
Someone else's blood
My own urine
vSomeone else's blood
and I can see by their eyes
I can see by your eyes
I can see by your eyes
But I can't see
I can't see by my eyes

That lady so ugly
She looks like Dra-cu-la

I've never known anyone who bent so much to me
I never
I've never known anyone who bent so much to me
I never

When you smile
I can smell your breath
I see the shit
on your teeth

man, I'd love to catch ya
if you had lips I'd kiss ya
I pray the Lord to curse ya

hey shitmouth
I love you
will you bury me?

Ancient man - he needed
Ancient man - he had it
Man, I'd love to catch ya
If you had lips I'd kiss ya
Pray the Lord to curse ya
Now we two lay together
Will ya bury me?
Will ya bury me?
Will ya bury me?

Now I'm living on my own
Scared of dying all alone
I haven't got a telephone
And if I did it wouldn't ring

Seeing how I'm on the way out
They're gonna take me for a day out
Gonna wash away my sin
So I'm not forever in
Bottleneck at Capel Curig...

Jacques Brel - Les Vieux

Scott Walker - Two Ragged Soldiers

-- "The Ballad of Shakes the Clown," Ozzy Osbourne

And Old Lady Drivers did "Colostomy Grab Bag".