Eight-Balled - Backyard Babies

Iґve seen you in the nightclub

Iґve seen you dressed up right

But your heartґs not beating through your pale white skin

Thatґs how I know that youґll never win

Ah, ah, itґs just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there ainґt no turning back

I took your place, you were a king for a day

But somehow you never learn

I didnґt ask for this itґs just the way things turn

And it hurts to go down in flames

Ah, ah, itґs just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there ainґt 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

Itґs just a dead end

Ah, and there ainґt no turning back