The smell of sugar cane, never went away
As the tenth bottle of beer, is opened with the teeth
Maybe go to a fucking rodeo, Call them cowboys fags
Ain't nothing better than a black eye
On a boring Saturday night!
chorus: Born to lose, Born to lose in SBO
@#$%¨&& *&¨%$#@ *&¨%$#@#@#$ "!@#%$¨¨*&
repeat chorus