all sewn up
with bad tattoos
all bit up
nothin to lose
well ive
I'm tired of all of these love songs
Those girls and
prettiest little ever i saw
stood
met her out on the interstate
sleep in my car where
well i'm reckless and free
now you can't hurt me
my heart
ife is short
despite of your plans
so tell the girls they're
Lucero
Hold Fast
Lucero
well the sail
the sail on this ship comes
crashing
it gets the worst at night
with nothing on my mind
but
you're too sweet to let go of
but i don't need
well i'm a sucker for some pretty eyes
but they're going
ain't no roses no more, it's not like it was
well my little brother's raising hell
living down in texas
he proabably
the bands are done I should go home
all my friends
I wasted my hands, I wasted my heart, and the
