Tales Untold by Bellabeth 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