The dust from a four day affair is now landing All over the floor and your brown legs The gold-plated legs of my rival Whose eyes had no reason to fall You led no celibate life No skirt while chemicals danced in your head You stole the keys to this ride And your fables are falling tonight Because of your struggle to make them Their taste for your pastime is fading Remember the girls in the middle Are always the first to fall off You've learned to live like a mouse Searching the cracks in the walls to remember All of the dregs in the crowd You barely recall You led no celibate life No skirt while chemicals danced in your head You stole the keys to this ride And your fables are falling tonight