Manning - Understudy lyrics

I don't think about the good old days 
 Locked in the corner of my eye A quick rescue from the old fashioned 
 Practice of pulling me apart 
 Tradition is just a concrete heart 
 In the pocket of the one eyed king 
 A tug of war over family values 
 Till i just couldn't feel a thing 
 But i had to find a way 
 And my role in the play Caught in years of non-believing 
 In a thought for when you die 
 Cross breeding through generations 
 My brothers and I
 Face to face and toe to toe 
 I stood up to play my part 
 Of a well beloved under achiever 
 With a religion shopping cart 
 But I had to find a way 
 And my role in the play 

 We all started the dance Forty years on the dusty track 
 Round and round but you never came back 
 Climb up the mountain, parting the sea 
 All to make a better man of me 
 Written on the stone 
 Delivered by hand 
 A one way ticket to the promised land 
 Keep to the paths and don't talk back 
 A snapshot in the family almanac (x3) Forty years on the dusty track 
 Round and round but you never came back (x7)