Tattoos and Cigarettes

Tattoos and cigarettes

A savior never stands out in a crowd

Beaten up with past regrets

He stands out on the corner, talking loud

He says, "If I find my luck's turned to sevens

I'd have a family vault full of four-leaf clover.

There's one way to get to heaven:

You gotta make 'em pay without rolling over."

Well, I could've been an astronaut

Could've been a movie star

Could've been anything I wanted to be

Could've learned to laugh a lot

Could've learned to call the shots

Could've been anything but something like me

Got a brand new alphabet

Several letters from a name I used to own

And the sunshine here always puts me to the test

But in the darkness I can slip away alone

In the neighborhood where I used to play

The girl next door now she's all grown up

People 'round here, Lord, they just won't let me have my say

They say, "Scapegoat on the flipside of luck"

Well, I could've been an astronaut

Could've been a movie star

Could've been anything I wanted to be

Could've learned to laugh a lot

Could've learned to call the shots

Could've been anything but something like me

Rusty scenes seem to fade away

And sometimes I can't remember what I saw