Lyrics

We drop by giving up the laughs galore But when it's time to go we're solo out the door It always hits us in the ass on the way Makes us feel we're alive Or at least okay I'ain't might be gain, but feeling good's the goal This cat's pushing He's got nothing to lose The damned don't cry 'til the fire flies They got nothing to lose This snake's eyeing his behind He's got nothing to lose Yeah we've got nothing to lose Squaresville, squaresville is the only place You won't find on our treasure map of deep disgrace Well-oh-well rounded's our aim Continental, sentimental Usually disdained We land standing on life...