With black flags at half-mast You're outclassed by your past The last of the innocent men The age group champion With lungs that feel like leather You're a lonely shade of gray You tighten up the tether You wind us up for days
I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon
The age group champion Saved by the sound of the bell The age group champion Wouldn't know it if he fell You're knees are locked You wobble off The catastrophic shock With tongues that feel like leather We're shouting out your name
I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon
The age group champion Travel half-way round the moon The age group champion With the air sucked out of the room With black flags at half-mast The reach beyond your grasp The last of the favorite sons The age group champion Your lungs are made of leather There's acid in your veins The age group champion Long may you reign
I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon I believe you'll recover I believe you'll recover soon
The age group champion The age group champion You dance to a tune in a skeleton key And you blaze right over the moon I'm the age group champion [x10]