Now quit your bitching, asshole. But you, you always lose. To you it means stay inside. No reason to run and hide. You're looking through a cracked mirror, No one really knows the reason why.
Some people go to church on Sundays, others they pray at home.
You tell them that there ain't no God, that they're better off standin' alone. You're always scratchin' at the eight ball, No one really knows the reason why.