Oh, it must be hard for the likes of you
To get by in a world that you just can't see
through
And it looks so cold
How does it feel to know you can't go home
How does it feel to know you can't go home
Come on, Razor Face, my old friend
I'll meet you down by the truck stop inn
With a bottle of booze in the back of my car
You're a song on the lips of an aging star
Razor Face, ooh! Amazing grace, protects you like a glove
And I'll never learn the reason why I love your Razor Face
Ain't any one round seen Razor Face?
With a Bottle of Booze in the back of my car,,,
(and these C-to A, C-to C, C to C Riffs)
Uh.. Hmm