You're outclassed by your past
The last of the innocent men
With lungs that feel like leather
You're a lonely shade of gray
You tighten up the tether
I believe you'll recover soon
I believe you'll recover soon
Saved by the sound of the bell
Wouldn't know it if he fell
With tongues that feel like
We're shouting out your name
I believe you'll recover soon
I believe you'll recover soon
Travel half- way round the moon
With the air sucked out of the room
With black flags at half- mast
The reach beyond your grasp
The last of the favorite sons
Your lungs are made of leather
There's acid in your veins
I believe you'll recover soon
I believe you'll recover soon
You dance to a tune in a skeleton key
And you blaze right over the moon
I'm the age group champion
