Born Losers - Matthew Good

Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter

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 turntable we're dancing

Cause what else do you do when you don't talk

Crucified to crawl into your mansion

Yeah 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 coc*ine cons

Just back where we belong

Take me out back to your promise

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 coc*ine cons

Just back where we belong

Go put it in the ground

Go bury it somewhere it can't be found

Go put it in the ground

Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter

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