I was always ready
I was born with this name
So why’d you have to let jealousy get in the way
Of such a beautiful thing?

So it goes
It’s a time warp in exile
So let the record show
You weren’t born to roam

Oh brother
Sick old boy

Don’t get me wrong
I’m just trying to say
We were given a chance
And we fucked it up royally

It’s a time warp in exile
So let the record show
You weren’t born to roam

Oh brother
Sick old boy

Do you ever think of me
On the other side
When your legs grow tired
Walking down that endless road?
Through a time warp in exile
So let the record show
You weren’t born to roam

Okay, okay
Sick old boy