Loser

 

I got a sign on my back that says ďloserĒ

I canít see it, but I know itís there

Maybe thatís why I hate my life

My job,

My boss,

The girl friend I donít have

I even hate Wednesday night poker

And the guys I grew up with

They never let me win

They figure if they donít take my money,

Somebody else will

I hate coming here to have Tommy the bartender ask

ďHowís it hanging.Ē

I tell him to shut the fuck up and give me a drink

Iím always looking at the women who come in here and thinking

I can have this one or that one

When I know I canít.

I see my face in the mirror and think

ďThere goes a real loser,Ē

and thatís pretty sad.

 


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