I've never felt this tired betting on the worst things that I could find

Barely reaching the pedals, oh well

The consequence and the devil are trapped in a hell of your own design

So little without you left to sell

Come say your last goodbyes lace up your boots today

Out on the track we find our way

All the fools just taste the same, all of these fools just run away

No one really trusts the things you say oh whoa oh no

Well the dust finally settled

What's really left to do here but pass the time

Barely reaching the pedals, oh well

Behind the brick and the metal

Just carry all the weight for the game of crime

There's barely even a story left to tell

Come say your last goodbyes lace up your boots today

Out on the track we find our way

All the fools just taste the same, all of these fools just run away

No one really trusts the things you say