D.B. Walker Band

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I don’t know where you’re going
But I can smell where ya been
Someone should have told you by now
It’s a sin, what you did

When you left here
You were high on a rail
Came down like a bathtub made of bricks
Someone must have told you by now
You look a little sick

You see there’s
Two kinds of losers’
You hit one going up
Coming down this time was
No joy, luck

Fancy clothes can’t hide
Your inside so beat up
And I know by now you’ve had
Just about enough
To make the blind, home
They will never see
Again