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Every weekend evening when I'm not home.

I walk down the street to find something I need.

Ain't roses for you and hell

ain't nothing good for me.

It's just like napalm

burning in your broken heart.

You know I'm born to lose

and I still got the blues

singing only just for you.

But I gotta go fast

you know it won't last

because of our wild past.

I was born to die alone.

Tattoos tell the story of my hard life.

Scarred, wasted and broken all the time.

Got skull 'n' bones with bloody rose

and ace of spades to bring the luck.

One evil black wolf

because I want to be alone.

You know I'm born to lose

and I still got the blues

singing only just for you.

But I gotta go fast

you know it won't last

because of our wild past.

I was born to die alone.

I drink whiskey for my pain and beer for the hate.

But the faded memory remains until it's too late.

You know I'm born to lose

and I still got the blues

singing only just for you.

But I gotta go fast

you know it won't last

because of our wild past.

I was born to die alone.