Even though I know you’re wrong

I can never win

Disappointment I must bear

Underneath my grin



In the darkness from the stage

The sting in my tail

Horizons rise and fall

Shadows grow so pale



Creatures that come out to play

Go home to stay the night

Things I got so worried about

Are working out just fine



I don’t remember and in the end

It’s useless to dwell

And nothing good is true unless

You find out for yourself



Old men, be warned

He can’t be helped

Like those who went before

He can’t be helped

It’s not your fault

It can’t be helped

Young men



Their imagination knows no bounds

As far as I can see

There’s a love that can’t be found

Until you let it free



In the spotlight on the stage

The sting in my tail

Horizons that rise and fall

And shadows grow so pale



Old men, be warned

He can’t be helped

All those who went before

He can’t be helped

It’s not your fault

It can’t be helped

Old men



But even though I know you’re wrong

I can never win

Everyone’s son thinks he’s the best

They make it all up again