Lyrics
Time for the final bout
Rows of deserted houses
All our stablemates highway-bound
Give us our measly sum
Getting the air inside my lungs
Is heavenly, starting out
With nothing but crippling doubt
We'll rest easy
Justified
Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory's an awful curse
With age, it just gets much worse
But I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind
