Machismo

First day of defeat I’m already scarred Take it to the bank Put it on the card To the nines in feathers But forgot the tar I’m seeing stars, I’m seeing stars Hopeless and helpless The engine is shot I’d find my way if I wasn’t lost A tired man An amateur man Out of the way, but the front of my mind Hungry sharks Strike the match Dust to dust Ash to ash Picking bones from your war-path At last, at last