Eight-Balled

(borg, dregen, andersson)I´ve seen you in the nightclub
I´ve seen you dressed up right
But your heart´s not beating through your pale white skin
That´s how I know that you´ll never winAh, ah, it´s just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning backI took your place, you were a king for a day
But somehow you never learn
I didn´t ask for this it´s just the way things turn
And it hurts to go down in flamesAh, ah, it´s just a dead end
Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning backYou got eightballs, baby, as a mattress in your bed
13 tattooed on the back of your head
Where will you go when all the things you see are blackYou try to change
Maybe grow young
Jump on a bandwagon and loseIt´s just a dead end
Ah, and there ain´t no turning back