The story it grows older, the story is no story here
I never knew what it is, and theres no sign of it ending
As I am it 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 im forty-eight years old
I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling
rising to my falling, Im going to extreme ends, Im gagging on their scene

[repeat chorus]
You shift, Im the 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'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 end