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]
