I might be an endangered species.
Cuz I was never pretty anyway and never cared anything about that.
If we all could sound like we wanted to, we'd all sound like George Jones.
The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.
Those neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories. There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?
Lately I've heard rumors that the eagle may be lame. Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame.