Age Group Champion - Local H

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

The age group champion

Saved by the sound of the bell

The age group champion

Wouldn’t know it if he fell

Your knees are locked

You wobble off

The catastrophic shock

With tongues that feel like leather

We’re shouting out your name

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

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