Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Too many sad words
Too many sad words
And the night you came
But I'd better stop complainin' now
It's useless because
You won me, all and all
Too many sad words
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
And the price of fame
Make for sad, sad song
Make a sad, sad song
Make for sad, sad song
With fists or talk or money
But there's nothin' I want more
But I better stop complainin' now
And the better part of everythin'
Is that they love you when you're gone
And there's no escape
I guess because
Is born to run
It's a war that can't be won
