Victims Of Success lyrics

Baby monoxide comes into town on a greyhound bus looking rather brown, orders a bottle puts it away orders another and proceeds to say, we lean on each other through this success bitch at each other an it makes a mess Victims of success Borrowing clothes, stealing cars, using fuel the kind you find in bars lyin' in the gutter looking at the stars Who says it never happens that way Who says it never happens today Victims of success Yesterdays punks on the cover of the rolling stone Yesterdays punks could buy a Beverly Hills home Victims of success...