Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born to Lose, artist - Jenny Owen Youngs. Album song Slack Tide, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Born to Lose |
You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents |
And one bad leg, you got it from the war |
Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes |
You can’t wait to go and make some more |
If you sneak out now, they’ll never know you’re missing |
Before they’re wise, you could be gone and back |
While they stand guffawing in the kitchen |
You’re down the stair, and leave the screen unlatched |
Leave that door unlatched |
Swallowed up in silence, holding all your breath now |
Wait for that familiar pull |
Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse |
No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring |
And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose |
You move down the block, see curtains hung in tatters |
The windows lit — the house is still awake |
The girl upstairs is crying like it matters |
Will she bend or will she only break |
Just one more mistake |
In no time she’s disappearing through your fingers |
Slips away so make it last |
Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse |
No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring |
And brother, you prepare yourself to offer up What you needed the most |
Lord, he’ll make you a ghost |
If you do or if you don’t |
You’ve got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents |
And one bad leg, you got it from the war |
Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes |
You can’t wait to go and make some more |
So go and make some more |
Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by With a deal you won’t be able to refuse |
No, you can’t call him, but expect your phone to ring |
And brother, you prepare yourself to Offer up what you were born to lose |