Loser's Lament

You bought a globe from a door to door salesman
To stare at places that you'll never go

And your house is full of books
And maps cover all the walls
But every trip you'll take
Is litered in stalls

A loser's last lament
A loser's last lament

And your pills start kicking in
Your bills start ticking in
Your drinks keep filling on up

And your socks start going up
No kids to be growing up
Your stocks not going on up

Feeding on delivery
No tipping on
Made it all for yourself
No giving on

The couch will swallow souls
Taking all its tolls
You can't move, move, move
Move move move!

Falling through the cracks
Taking easy tracks
No, you can't move move, move move move
Move move move!

And your teeth start falling out
Yeah, your teeth start falling out

Oh!

Ah, you ain't getting better!

A loser's last lament
A loser's last lament



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Adler
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