Sometimes they raise you feelin' far too fine Bound to be, bound to be my dregs If only up to me, I'd rush it out to see Bound to take us out Sometimes
At the time I left land and sailed away Never knew I would end up a castaway Wind went hard and the sky had tears for me The sea was all that I saw, my
Poor you, life is like shooting in the dark Oh, never had a fair shot You was angry, heard you was less Could never mount to much So your head is high
I'm sick and tired of people like you You think you're clever but you haven't a clue A two watt light bulb is brighter than you I'm sick and tired of
Fueron tus ojos la unica razon De que mi vida tuviera una ilusion Fuiste envolviendo de calma mi interior Nunca me sueltes por favor Llena mi vida corazon
Dime porque no haces nada por salvar nuestro amor. Porque se muere se acaba entre el infierno y el dolor. Se que falle y fallaste. La culpa es de los
Only the losers win They've got nothing to prove They'll leave the world with nothing to lose You can laugh at the weirdos now Wait till wrongs are right
I?m wandering alone in an open space Looking around for a human trace Along the edge of this satellite Losing the route in this empty sky I?m prey of
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me, baby 'Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in
A loser can win whenever they want to All they gotta, gotta do Is bring you down Is bring you down A loser can win whenever they choose to All they gotta
I feel destruction running hard through my veins But I see redemption rushing my way My victories are bittersweet and now I can tell The only place my
Think that I'm a loser 'Cause my pants are really too low Think that I'm a slob 'Cause I got holes in my shoes Think my cock is like I like my dirty shirt
Sitting upon the shore The waves crash and echo inside my head Approaching out in the distance A ship of slaves to bury the dead This island is a pirson
Where are you way and fairing stranger? Have you lost all of your faith? Are you victim to the circumstance of a dying breed and race? Do you have
I head for distant lands Leaving my expenses Forsake this land of plastic I would try to be something But you wont stop talking Drifting for the farthest
Play that song again about the loser the same one that's been playing all night long It's good to know I'm not the only loser and all this time I thought
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me, baby, 'cause I'm holding low And you know I'm only