Born broke, in a scent (innocent)
Yellow smoke, from a cigarette
Worst part isn’t over yet
Eyes glued on an accident
Handed down a broken crown
Handed down a tarnished crown
Keep quiet boy, don’t make a sound
Hold your tongue, don’t make a sound
Said I saw it with my own two eyes
Said I saw it with my own two eyes
The kind of thing to cut you down to size
The kind of love to cut you down to size
Momma grew up to be a faker
Daddy grew up to be a taker
Never saw it in your morning paper, It was news to me.
At the turn of the century, I was dancing with my misery
And I held h...