Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Everybody lies
Everybody ties
Someone to them
And takes a little dope
Everybody sighs
Everybody tries
To clear the smoke
When there's no fucking hope
Everybody fakes
Everybody breaks
And hearts get killed
Along the way
Everybody takes
Everybody makes
Their own rules
Of how the game is played
So we keep stopping at the lights
When they don't look
And we keep drawing all the lines
For their books
But you and I can't seem to play
A game that works
'Cause you and I can't seem to say
Yes to the jerks
So we hurt ourselves
But you and I can't seem to play
A game that works
'Cause you and I can't seem to say
Yes to the jerks
So we hurt ourselves
But you and I can't seem to play
A game that works
'Cause you and I can't seem to say
Yes to the jerks
So we hurt ourselves
But you and I can't seem to play
A game that works
'Cause you and I can't seem to say
Yes to the jerks
So we hurt ourselves