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 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 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 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 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 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