You ride on a road driven down on a crooked mile 
Cause your leaven your home for a girl with a crooked smile 
Well I think that you've been fooled all along 
You've been nothin but weak at being strong 
You'll just fit right in it's ot to late 
So join the club and spit right in my face

I can't stand all the [bad word] I take 
Your such a 
Your such a fake 
You don't care whose heart you break 
Your such a 
Your such a 

Loser is a label that you give yourself 
Well at least you know what you are if nothing else 
You go and blame it on me but you mine as well 
Blame it on the bourbon and that whiskey smell 
So be a man and say it to my face 
Tell me to put that [bad word] back in her place

I can't stand all the [bad word] I take 
Your such a 
Your such a fake 
You don't care whose heart you break 
Your such a 
Your such a