Victims Of Success

Baby monoxide comes into town on a greyhound bus looking rather
brown, orders a bottle puts it away orders another
and proceeds to say, we lean on each other through
this success bitch at each other an it makes a mess
Victims of success
Borrowing clothes, stealing cars, using fuel the kind
you find in bars lyin' in the gutter looking at the stars
Who says it never happens that way
Who says it never happens today
Victims of success
Yesterdays punks on the cover of the rolling stone
Yesterdays punks could buy a Beverly Hills home
Victims of success...



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy John Taylor
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