Time For the Final Bout
Rows of Deserted Houses
All Our Stable Mates Are Highway Bound
Give Us Our Measly Sum:
Getting the Air Inside My Lungs Is Heavenly
We're Starting Out With Nothing But Crippling Doubt
We'll Rest Easy (Justified)
I've 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