Crimson to Chrome

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

Heads down, we were left out alone

Stretched out, laying pressed upon the lawn

When the time comes, we'll arise from the freeze

And we'll be face down, when the suns out

Turning crimson into chrome

I’m sitting here writing the same sad song

With the cogs on fire spinning on and on

Till I’m old and tired

Even then I’m on fire

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

I’m sitting here writing the same sad song

With the cogs on fire spinning on and on

Till I’m old and tired

Even then I’m on fire

Watching us settle to fade in the dust

It's a shame, it's a crime

It's much too, much too old

I'm tired

But hey I’m on fire

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move

I guess we're caught on the wrong side of the shoe again