It's been a while now
and I picked a white shroud
I had a blackout
Started going back out
But why oh why, why oh why
Is the vice still tight?
There's you refried, and I scrape by
What a striking sight
And I feel old
I've seen wishing wells with black holes in them,
it takes tails to win some good fortune
My head feels like your head used to,
so messed up, tough to live up to: endorphin
We played our cards in mainline train yards and came up short, put up our safeguards, but who's scoring?
And I feel old
But why oh why, why oh why, 
is the vice still tight?
There's you refried, and I scrape by
What a striking sight
