You’ll always be a born
   Worn out loser
   Still blaming all of us
   For your bad choosing
  
   No I can’t watch the same mistake
   Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
   No I can’t run the same dog race
   And get burnt like you
  
   You’re swollen in the gut
   From all those last nights
   Still swinging vodka punches
   That don’t land right