Album: Hoss (1995)
The story it grows older, the story is no story here
I never knew what it´s, & theres no sign of it ending
As I´m it & ought to be, they are telling me I´m
{chorus}
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you are
On the list at every door, you do not bowl or race fast cars
Composition competition you drive
Just because I do not go, to the church where you reside
I might as well go for it, the nineties won´t be back again
Till i am forty-eight yeahrs old
I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling
rising to my falling, I am gonna extreme ends, I am gagging on their scene
[repeat chorus]
You shift, I am the driver, over time in it is 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抮e gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence
Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith isn´t
[repeat chorus]
Composition competition you drive competition
Competition i抦 losing i fail it in the end
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