Time for the final bout

Rows of deserted houses

All our stable mates highway bound

Give us our measly sum

Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly

Starting out with nothing but crippling doubt

We'll rest easy justified

Suffered a swift defeat, i'll endure countless repeats

The gift of memory is an awful curse

With age it just gets much worse, but i won't mind

I won't mind

I won't mind

I won't mind