In poleposition everything looked great
I was immortal, to win was my fate
I could have slowed down but the pace felt fine
I look back but I won't allow myself to whine
IT'S ALWAYS EASY TO BE SMART
WHEN THINGS ARE DONE
NOW I'M STUCK AND MORE
LOCKED UP THAN A CON
I was drunk, eager to be brave
One jump and I'm tied down like a slave
And now I roll through everyday
I can't move but I'm alive anyway
IT'S ALWAYS EASY