Текст песни: No. 3 + перевод

You bit off more than you could chew

Now you’ll choke, turn a shade of blue

Those gilded years, yeah they were gold

And like rust you’re getting old

Shaking hands with Mr. Suchandsuch

Our bones turn brittle at the touch

Oh, the pleasure it is ours

Where do I sign to be a star?

Well what did you expect?

I think I know how it ends

Though my idols may be dead

They’re alive and well in my head

It doesn’t seem like I’ve matured

Things are losing their allure

I don’t pick up on social cues

If there’s a fire I’m the fuse

I appreciate all the advice

But our time’s up, it’s been nice

Well what did you expect?

I think I know how it ends

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