STYLE (IS A LOSING GAME) - JD McPherson

real cool child

I’m tryn’a make it to New Orleans

You know that I been out here runnin' wild

My daddy said I was a charmer

All I got is what is with me

Blood on my shirt and little box around my neck

And it’s a long way out the city

A crooked smile in spite of welts across my back

City limit is a panic

They only ever called me by my childhood name

It ain’t a life I’d call romantic

I guess I learned my lesson all the same:

Style is a losing game

I got no reason to go out tonight

I’ll probably find a darkened corner

Pretend it from on the ground

You’ll probably say, «I could’a warned ya»

All I got is what is with me

Blood on my shirt and little box around my neck

And it’s a long way out the city

A crooked smile in spite of welts across my back

City limit is a panic

They wouldn’t even call me by my childhood name

It ain’t a life I’d call romantic

I finally I learned my lesson all the same:

Style is a losing game

crawling on the station floor

Your mamma’s sufferin' a rebound

There’s screamin' demons in the luggage line

When they see me they put their heads down

All I got is what is with me

Blood on my shirt and little box around my neck

And it’s a long way out the city

A crooked smile in spite of welts across my back

City limit is a panic

They only ever called me by my childhood name

It ain’t a life I’d call romantic

I guess I learned my lesson all the same:

Style is a losing game

Style is a losing game

Style is a losing game

Style is a losing game