Loser
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for love who would love to be a chooser
A genuine loser for the rest of your days
When the winners are all up and dancing
The losers are lined up against the wall
You know damn well what you are up against
When even the dwarves are six feet tall
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
Say, how does it feel to be really ugly
A wide-eyed petrified waste of space
Who will walk a mile to avoid a mirror
Just wishing the world was a darker place?
Say, how does it feel to be really struggling
Always hard pushed to make ends meet
So hard up you can hardly get a hard on
Just a hard time from the women you greet?
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
While the winners screw on tropical beaches
The losers stay screwed to the factory floor
You don't even score in your own flat
Though you're working flat out like a withering whore
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for love who would love to be a chooser
A genuine loser for the rest of your days
When the winners are all up and dancing
The losers are lined up against the wall
You know damn well what you are up against
When even the dwarves are six feet tall
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
Say, how does it feel to be really ugly
A wide-eyed petrified waste of space
Who will walk a mile to avoid a mirror
Just wishing the world was a darker place?
Say, how does it feel to be really struggling
Always hard pushed to make ends meet
So hard up you can hardly get a hard on
Just a hard time from the women you greet?
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
While the winners screw on tropical beaches
The losers stay screwed to the factory floor
You don't even score in your own flat
Though you're working flat out like a withering whore
Say, how does it feel to be a genuine loser
An also-ran in the human race
A beggar for luck and a self-abuser
A genuine, genuine loser
For the rest of your days
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Writer(s): Manfred Malzahn
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