Mr. Blackwell - Lost At Last

I never said I was more than I am

Do what I want, I don’t give a damn

You’re all so weak, you know it makes me ill

Don’t like you now and probably never will

You cheat and lie and wonder why

You can’t sleep at night

You’re not well, oh, Mr. Blackwell

And we can tell

You’re not well, oh, Mr. Blackwell

Why don’t you go to Hell?

I am a sinner who just loves to sin

I am a fighter who just loves to win

I am the truth about this crummy hole

There’s nothing here that can’t be bought or sold

You’re cold and mean and in between

You’re rotten to the core

You’re a victim, a real disgrace

You should be banished from the human race

We’ll drink to sorrow, then we’ll drink to waste

We’ll drink a toast to the inhuman race

Here’s to the world and the times we’re in

Here’s to the kid, a real man among men