TKO

Calling Mrs America have you heard

She's out in California writing spoken word

Moved in with her parents gave the kid away

She broke needle now she can't play

Last year's girl creeping down my world

I don't know where the wind may blow

You come so hard and you move so slow

All your life's like a TKO

Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink

Why don't you give it up for all I can think

Poetry or destiny on bar napkins

Writing 'faded flowers' singing for my sins

Back in new York city looking for some fun

Had to ask the landlord if he'd show me the gun

Brave new world seeking down my girl on the cross

I don't know where the wind may blow

You come so hard and your song's so slow

Live your life like a TKO

Why don't you give it up and buy me a drink

Why don't you live it up right here on the sink

Got a message on the radio

Back in San Diego down to Mexico

The life and times of twenty dollar bills

On and on and down to kill

I don't know if it's all for show

You live so hard and you come so slow

All your life's like a TKO

I don't know baby I don't know

I don't know baby I don't know

Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink

Why don't you give it up right here on the sink

Why don't you give it up