Testo Greaser

The race is won
And no one has ever become someone

The excuse is I'm ashamed to be
And when I laugh, 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, they fall 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
Lost in my city, searching for you