A Sight Fore Sore Eyes - Versus The World

To all the would-be stars

Who are stuck in karaoke bars

To all the would-be lovers

That always seem to dream alone

To all the second guessers

And assistant managers

(Totally Rad Guitar Solo)

To all the second born

To those who broke their mother’s hearts.

With their tattoos and their drinking problems.

We’re beautiful.

Like a rock in a cop’s face

And when its hard to find

Don’t let the bastards drag ya down.

Get in line for a life that you hate.

But wheres the heart in that?

Why do we choose out of fear and practicality?

If we all gotta die alone then tonight let’s get drunk and talk real close.

Count down the minutes till we get home.

You’re beautiful like a rock in a cop’s face.

And when its hard to find,

Don’t let the bastards drag you down.

You’re a beautiful sight for sore eyes

You’re like a rock in a cops face.

And when its hard to find,

Don’t let the bastards drag you down.