God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

You know some people They just wont understand They just wont understand these things Thank you for your message But I don't understand No, I just wont understand these things Well I know you are strong May your journey be long So come sit down

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

I'd do about anything you ask me to I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby But I'm ten times crazier about you I'm ten times crazier about your lovin' girl Well I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars All them old country songs Daddy used

It's too late to claim your innocence once the trust is broken It was just a little taste, it was so sweet You couldn't imagine in your wildest dreams The walls came down and the heavens opened You think everything's perfect? There's so much wonder here

But still I find you there I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you But still you, still you want me Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground And oh, stupid things I do Next to me (next to me)

I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you By the way, by the way, you do things to my body (I didn't know that I-I didn't know that I-till I tasted you) The more that I know you, the more I want to Something inside me's changed Don't need no

Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past