Gangster No. 1

All I wanted was some fun
So get me high, get me drunk
Cause you know, oh
I won't always be so young
It's a long, oh
Losing game
So what's the point?

Sometimes you're the only one that's left crying
Sometimes you're the only one left at all
And though I tend to care for things that are dying
Apocalyptic from your lips saying it was my fault
But it was your fault
It was your fault

If I had money I'd have a baby
But how am I supposed to, to?
Now I see, hey
I can't have just what I wanted
Cause you know, oh
What I want was two, two, two

Sometimes you're the only one that's left crying
Sometimes you're the only one left at all
And though I tend to care for things that are dying
Apocalyptic from your lips saying it was my fault
But it was your fault
But it was your fault
And it was your fault
It was our fault