The story it grows older the story is no story here i

never knew what it is and there's no sign of it ending

as i am it and ought to be they're telling me i am

(chorus) bowling race car driver superficial hitman

you're on the list at every door you don't bowl or

race fast cars composition competition you drive

just because i don't go to the church where you

reside i might as well go for it the nineties won't be

back again until i'm forty-eight years old i can be

the hungry as i eat my words again appealing yet

apalling rising to my falling going to extreme ends i

am gagging on their scene (repeat chorus) you shift

i'm the driver over time in it's defense i move their

car and for a moment it makes sense i fail them in the

end i fail it 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