The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there is no sign of it ending As Imit and ought to be, theyre telling me I am
[chorus] Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman youre On the list at every door, you dont bowl or race fast cars Composition competition you drive
Just because I dont go, to the church where you reside I might as well go for it, the nineties wont be back again Until imforty-eight years old I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling rising to my falling, Imgoing to extreme ends, Imgagging on their scene
[repeat chorus] You shift, Imthe driver, over time in its defense, I move their car And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end
In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery As you are gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not
[repeat chorus] Composition competition you dri have competition Competition imlosing i fail it in the end
|