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 mothers heart's
With their tattoos and their drinking problems
We're beautiful like a rock in a cops face
And when it's hard to find
Don't let the bastards drag you down
Get in line for a life that you hate
But where's 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 cops face
And when it's hard to find,
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
You're beautiful sight for sore eyes.
You're like a rock in a cops face.
And when it's hard to find,
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
You're beautiful like a rock in a cops face
And when it's hard to find
Don't let the bastards drag you down.

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