Omar Rodríguez-López - They f** You Over lyrics

'Winners' never touch skins They know how to eat like bulldogs They f** you over Blank is the word they wake up to In the morning when they're empty Laying next to lies They f** you over, they f**ed us over Those sharks have done it again Three days in every born ten I try to manage this game By doing the worst that I can The eyes they show are full of green Silly little lips mime the words that move They f** you over I'd rather be a loser Than live in the mind if a tainted nail Come f** me over!