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