Paroles de Stable Song

Time for the final bout Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates 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 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