Lyrics:

Time for the final bow,

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