Standard (EADGBE)

 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... (pause) are falling

 tonight

Because of your struggle to make them

Their taste for your past time is fading

Remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off

You'll learn to live like a mouse,

Searching the cracks in the floor to remember

All the dregs in the crowd you barely recall

Bridge

 You led no celibate life, no skirt while chemicals danced on your head

 You stole the keys to this ride and your fables... are falling tonight