Raised Fist

Remember when this was a game.
Where did I loose it.
I'm so ashamed.
We lost the touch somewhere on this ride.
You're better than us.
You're the old school pride.
Always competing you never relax.
If we make ten then you make eleven tracks.
I'm wondering can't you have some fun.
If I'm just walking why do you have to run.
When we started it was supposed to be fun.
It lasted for three good years in the sun.