DESCRIPTION:
Acoustic Cover of Born Losers by Matthew Good
I just figured it out by ear so I know it's not exact and I changed the key to make it a little more in my range... oh and I also Slightly adapted the lyrics.
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There ain't nothing to this but your daughters. The life you would not give up. Break your plans. Traipsed across the continent, a squatter. For your lies at night to sleep between our hands. When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly. But when they're out family gets along. You could never say that flat out you don't want me. Cause I could never say that halfway ain't enough.

We're back where we belong. Straight back where we belong.

Take me out back to your piranhas and beat me until I can't even stand. Your whole life without no landing gear, so if this is it then come on, let me land. That trailer trash pedigree is calling. It rats you out when you're down on all fours. Me I like to cast my death on yesterday cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us stronger foes.

We're back where we belong. Straight back where we belong.
No days for nights. No prozak cons. Just back where we belong.

Go put it in the ground. Go bury it somewhere it can't be found. Go put it in the ground.