Heads that turn won't stay put

Beauty unto its own

Stumbled dance, a gunshot foot

Beauty unto its own

Loose neck grip is tightly fit

Beauty unto its own

Pistol poor and pistol whipped

Beauty unto its own

I'm a big boy, I'm a big star

What's a decoy, what's a guitar

Chewing gum, sucking thumb

Beauty unto its own

Left bank highs an eastside run

Beauty unto its own

I'm a big boy, I'm a big star

Oh to destroy what's done so far

I'd cry for you if you would too

Beauty unto its own

Sad is bad when sad is good