Tales Untold Lyrics

He's got his finger on the wound

Never had to compromise

Always got what he pursued

'Cause he left wife and kids behind

When you're told that you can have it all

You think it's what you deserve

He still thinks that he's a golden boy

And the truth oh it would hurt

He's consuming all the way

Women, wine and song they say, no

He's the painter she's the paint

Eve was made to entertain, no

Oh no no

This mediocre man got old

Last of his kind

Oh no no

The beauty of the tales untold

And when the loser gets the girl

Although she's way out of his league

That's the way he sees the world

Blinded by his vanity

Terrified of level playing fields

He never had to prove his worth

When confidence no longer pays the bills

He'll get just what he deserves

He's consuming all the way

Women, wine and song they say, no

He's the painter she's the paint

Eve was made to entertain, no

Oh no no

This mediocre man got old

Last of his kind

Oh no no

The beauty of the tales untold

The future's mine

Old man let me tell you

What you got ain't of value

Wanna hear a new story

Good old boy getting boring

No, no no, no no no no no no no no

Last of his kind

No, no no, no no no no no no no no

The future's mine

Oh no no

This mediocre man got old

Last of his kind

Oh no no

The beauty of the tales untold