8-balled

backyard babies

i've seen you in the nightclub

i've seen you dressed up right

but your heart's not beating through your pale white skin

that's how i know that you'll never win

ah

ah

it's just a dead end

ah

ah

and there ain't no turning back

i took your place

you were a king for a day

but somehow you never learn

i didn't ask for this it's just the way things turn

and it hurts to go down in flames

ah

ah

it's just a dead end

ah

ah

and there ain't no turning back

you got eightballs

baby

as a mattress in your bed

13 tattooed on the back of your head

where will you go when all the things you see are black

you try to change

maybe grow young

jump on a bandwagon and lose

it's just a dead end

ah

and there ain't no turning back