the sore losers - tripper

Raised by black and white TV
His daddy dwelled in misery
His mother she could never turn the frown upside down
Her lips are candy apple red
Her heart is shack old black
Her eyes they see right thru to me
I wonder what they see

How much more do you need
There’s only so much to see
How much more do you need

There’s only two kinds of people I know
To live without shame or amours
Some of them they fear a god up above
I don’t know where I belong
Faith got some funny ways of its own
It twists and it turns and it breaks
When they were coughten into your scene
The part where you never come back

How much more do you need
There’s only so much to see
How much more do you need

How much more do you need (x3)
There’s only so much to see
How much more do you need


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