Stable Song

Time for the final bout

Rows of deserted houses, all

Our stablemates highway-bound

Give us our measly sum

Getting the air inside my lungs

Is heavenly, starting out

With nothing but crippling doubt

We'll rest easy

Justified

Suffered a swift defeat

I'll endure countless repeats

The gift of memory's 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