The s^Dtory it grows older, t^Dhe story is no story here ^DI never knew what it is, and t^Dhere`s no sign of it ending As ^BI am it and ought to be, they`re telling me I am ^EmThey`re telling me I am ^GTe^Alling me ^DBowling ra^Ace car driver,^G superfic^Aial hitman y^Dou`re On the ^Alist at every ^Gdoor, you don`t b^Aowl or race fast ^Dcars Comp^Bosition com^Gpetition you d^Arive

Riff

^DJust because I don`t go, ^Dto the church where you reside ^DI might as well forget it, ^Dthe nineties won`t be back again ^BUntil i`m forty-eight years old ^DI can be the hungry, ^Das i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling ^BRising to my falling, I`m going to extreme ends, I`m gagging on their scene ^EmI`m gagging on their scene ^GI`^Am gagging on ^DBowling ra^Ace car driver,^G superfic^Aial hitman y^Dou`re On the ^Alist at every ^Gdoor, you don`t b^Aowl or race fast ^Dcars Comp^Bosition com^Gpetition you s^Ahift I^B`m the dr^F#iver, o^Gver t^Aime in it`s de^Bfense, I move their ^F#car ^GAnd for a mo^Ament it makes s^Dense, but I ^Afail them in the end ^DIn the arms of old age, k^Dnowing only one to lose ^DFeeling nothing more to hide, ^Dconsider life a forgery ^BAs you`re gagging on your scene, a^Emdmit to fraudulence

Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not

^DBowling ra^Ace car driver,^G superfic^Aial hitman y^Dou`re On the ^Alist at every ^Gdoor, you don`t b^Aowl or race fast ^Dcars Comp^Bosition com^Gpetition you d^Arive ^DCompositio^An c^Gompetition you d^Arive ^Dcompetitio^An C^Gompetition I fa^Ail it in the e^Dnd

Joey Cape - Move the car