Born Losers — Matthew Good Band

Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter and the life you would not give her break your plans traipsed across the continent a squatter for your lies at night to sleep between my hands

When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly but when they're out strangers fall in love she could never say that flat out she don't want me cause I could never say that half way ain't enough

New Order's on the turn table we're dancing cause what else do you do when you don't talk? crucified to crawl into your mansion Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked

We're back where we belong straight back where we belong no days for nights, no cocaine cons just back where we belong

Take me out back to your piranhas And beat me until I can't even stand your whole life a plane without no landing gear so if this is it then come on let me land

That trailer trash pedigree is calling it rats you out when you're down on all fours me I like to cast my death on yesterday cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores

We're back where we belong straight back where we belong no days for nights, no cocaine cons just back where we belong

Go put it in the ground go bury it some place it can't be found go put it in the ground

Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter and the life you would not give her break your plans traipsed across the continent a squatter for your lies at night to sleep between my hands