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
