JD McPherson - Style (Is a losing game)

Band-aid product of a real cool child
I'm trying to make it to New Orleans
You know that I been out here running wild
My Daddy said I was a charmer

All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and little boxer on my neck
and it's a long way out the city
A crooked smile and spiderwebs across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever call me by my childhood name
It ain't a lot like already
I guess I learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game

I got no reason to go out tonight
I'll prolly found a duck and corner
Pretend to know me those from underground
You'll prolly say I coulda warned ya'

All I've got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and little boxer on my neck
and it's a long way out the city
Crooked smile and spiderwebs across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a lot Iike already
I finally my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game

Penny's crawling on the station floor
Calama's suffering a rebound
There's screaming demons in the luggage line
When they see me they put their heads down

All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and little boxer on my neck
and it's a long way out the city
A crooked smile and spiderwebs across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever call me by my childhood name
It ain't a lot like already
I guess I learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game x 4