Time for the final bout.
Rows of deserted houses..
All our stable mates are highway bound.
Give us our measly sum:
Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.
We´re starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.

We´ll rest easy (justified).
I´ve suffered a swift defeat.
I´ll endure countless repeats.
The gift of memory is 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..