Tom: Bm
D D
The story it grows older, the story is no story here
D D
I never knew what it is, and there`s no sign of it ending
D Bm
As I am it and ought to be, they`re telling me I am
Em
They`re telling me I am
G A
Telling me
D A G A D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you`re
A G A D
On the list at every door, you don`t bowl or race fast cars
Bm G A
Composition competition you drive
Riff
D D
Just because I don`t go, to the church where you reside
D D
I might as well forget it, the nineties won`t be back again
Bm
Until i`m forty-eight years old
D D D
I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling
D D Bm
Rising to my falling, I`m going to extreme ends, I`m gagging on their scene
Em
I`m gagging on their scene
G A
I`m gagging on
D A G A D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you`re
A G A D
On the list at every door, you don`t bowl or race fast cars
B G A
Composition competition you shift
B F# G A Bm F#
I`m the driver, over time in it`s defense, I move their car
G A D A
And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end
G D
but I fail them in the end
D D
In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose
D D
Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery
D Bm
As you`re gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence
Em G D
Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not
D A G A D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you`re
A G A D
On the list at every door, you don`t bowl or race fast cars
Bm G A
Composition competition you drive
D A G A
Composition competition you drive
D A G A D
competition Competition I fail it in the end
