Eightballed Testo

I've seen you in the nightclubI've seen you dressed up rightBut your heart's not beating through your pale white skinThat's how i know that you'll never winAh, ah it's just a dead endAnd there ain't no turning backI took your place you were a king for a dayBut somehow you never learnI didn't ask for this it's just the way things turnAnd it hurts to go down in flamesAh, ah it's just a dead endAnd there ain't no turning backYou got eightballs baby as a mattres in your bed13 tattooed on the back of your headWhere will you go when all the things you see are blackYou try to changeMaybe grow youngJump on a bandwagon and loseIt's just a dead endAnd there ain't no turning back