| Song | Move The Car |
| Artist | Lagwagon |
| Album | Putting Music in Its Place |
| The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be, they're telling me I am [chorus] Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars Composition competition you drive Just because I don't go, to the church where you reside I might as well go for it, the nineties won't be back again Until i'm forty-eight years old I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling rising to my falling, I'm going to extreme ends, I'm gagging on their scene [repeat chorus] You shift, I'm the driver, over time in it's defense, I move their car And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery As you抮e gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not [repeat chorus] Composition competition you drive competition Competition i抦 losing i fail it in the end |
| The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there' s no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be, they' re telling me I am chorus Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you' re On the list at every door, you don' t bowl or race fast cars Composition competition you drive Just because I don' t go, to the church where you reside I might as well go for it, the nineties won' t be back again Until i' m fortyeight years old I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling rising to my falling, I' m going to extreme ends, I' m gagging on their scene repeat chorus You shift, I' m the driver, over time in it' s defense, I move their car And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery As you zhěn e gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not repeat chorus Composition competition you drive competition Competition i bǐng losing i fail it in the end |