Beautiful Loser, Where You Gonna Fall? When

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed Gt Convertible.

I Work My Back 'til It's Racked With Pain, The Boss Can't Even Recall My Name.

I Wish I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Fell And Blamed Someone Else. I'd Give A Ton Of Money To The Ones I've Hurt.

Set Yourself The Bolder Course. Keep Your Heart An Open Shrine.