Lyrics

[Verse 1] Spare a dollar for a real cool child I'm tryn'a make it to New Orleans You know that I been out here runnin' wild My daddy said I was a charmer [Chorus 1] All I got is what is with me Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck And it's a long way out the city A crooked smile and spider webs across my back City living is a panic They only ever called me by my childhood name It ain't a life I'd call romantic I guess I learned my lesson all the same: Style is a losing game [Verse 2] I got no reason to go out tonight I'll probably find a darkened corner Pretending to read Notes from Underground You'll probably say, "I could'a warned ya" [Chorus 2] All I got is what is with me Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck And it's a long way out the city A crooked smile and spider webs across my back City living is a panic They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name It ain't a life I'd call romantic I finally I learned my lesson all the same: Style is a losing game [Verse 3] Baby's crawling on the station floor Your mamma's sufferin' a rebound The screamin' demons in the luggage line When they see me they put their heads down [Chorus 1] All I got is what is with me Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck And it's a long way out the city A crooked smile and spider webs across my back City living is a panic They only ever call me by my childhood name It ain't a life I'd call romantic I guess I learned my lesson all the same: Style is a losing game Style is a losing game Style is a losing game Style is a losing game