Loser

There he goes
With his Lonsdale shirt
A bomber jacket
And his vains filled with dirt
His head is bald
But he's not a skinhead
Doesn't wear boots
But Nikes instead

He's a fucked-up guy
And he's got no brain
Got no clothes, got no style
So he stole of our game
He has got no balls
And he cannot fight
He just gives us a bad name
And he's just a look-a-like

Loser, loser, loser
Loser, loser, loser

And now everywhere I go
People stare at me
They think I'm one of them
They cannot fuckin' see
That I belong to another tribe
The tribe of safety pins
We will show no mercy
Cause we're the punx and skins

Loser, loser, loser
Loser, loser, loser

There is only one style
For the boys who stand tall
Don't try to copy us
Or you will fuckin' fall
If you are a skinhead
Fighting for friends and wife
It's not just a fashion style
It's a fuckin' way of life

Loser, loser, loser
Loser, loser, loser

There he goes
With his Lonsdale shirt
A bomber jacket
And his vains filled with dirt
His head is bald
But he's not a skinhead
Doesn't wear boots
But Nikes instead



Credits
Writer(s): Bert Verwimp
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