The story it grows older the story is no story here I never knew what it is and there's no sign of it ending as I am it and ought to be they're telling me I am (chorus) bowling race car driver superficial hitman you're on the list at every door you don't bowl or race fast cars composition competition you drive just because I don't go to the church where you reside I might as well go for it the nineties won't be back again until I'm forty-eight years old I can be the hungry as I eat my words again appealing yet appalling rising to my falling going to extreme ends I am gagging on their scene (repeat chorus) you shift I'm the driver over time in it's defense I move their car and for a moment it makes sense I fail them in the end I fail it 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’re gagging on your scene admit to fraudulence driven to this thought death is certain faith is not (repeat chorus) composition competition you drive competition competition I'm losing I fail it in the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
