Greaser - Dead Sara

The race is won

And no one has ever become someone

My skill says I’m ashamed to be

When I laugh it don’t mean that it’s funny

I really hate this — it turns me on

My mind is broken with the heaviest heart

The race is won

Make up to come undone

I can’t — yes I can

No, no, I can’t

Yes, no I can — I — I

Well, I need to breathe watching you move

Well, it’s coming cold, it’s coming cold for all free

I really hate this — it turns me on

My mind is broken with the heaviest heart

The race is won

Make up to come undone

The race is won

No one has ever become someone

They did it

They talk of a dead end, they talk

Fuck you all

You know about sinning

I get lost coming around

You know it’s hard sometimes for the pretty when you’re wasted

The race is won

No one has ever become someone

Walk by and fall in the greaser

I feel contempt ugly

Walk by and fall in the greaser

I’ll serve my sentence searching for you