Lagwagon Follow

The story it grows older the story is no story here inever knew what it is and there's no sign of it endingas i am it and ought to be they're telling me i am(chorus) bowling race car driver superficial hitmanyou're on the list at every door you don't bowl orrace fast cars composition competition you drivejust because i don't go to the church where youreside i might as well go for it the nineties won't beback again until i'm forty-eight years old i can bethe hungry as i eat my words again appealing yetapalling rising to my falling going to extreme ends iam gagging on their scene (repeat chorus) you shifti'm the driver over time in it's defense i move theircar and for a moment it makes sense i fail them in theend i fail it in the end in the arms of old age knowingonly one to lose feeling nothing more to hideconsider life a forgery as you're gagging on yourscene admit to fraudulence driven to this thoughtdeath is certain faith is not (repeat chorus)composition competition you drive competitioncompetition i'm losing i fail it in the end