Testo di Overripe

I've come to fear from experience I won't overwrite What it's like to be the coward in a losing fight When you're middle class, man, you can fear what you feel And you can get a guitar and keep spinning your wheels So in a final appeal To my God through the chatter I'll keep spinning my wheels Soon none of this will matter I've come to fear from a theory that's a touch overripe What it's like to go on talking past the love of your life When the rot sets in and the siding corrodes You feign solace in your aggrieved children Just so it's clear to enumerators who's next in line Two Les Pauld and a Tele under the used sign No more middle class man talking about how he feels No more dreaded guitar, no more spinning the wheels So in a final appeal To my God through the chatter I'll keep spinning my wheels In a final appeal To my God through the chatter I'll keep spinning my wheels Soon none of this will matter