I Am The Loser
I read the news with my heartache entire, and it all seems right to me. I sing the blues with my jacket on fire, and it all feels right to me. I take the time to make my money. Safe is the fable of fools. So set aside your hardhat, honey; ten to one, you ain’t got the time to choose. I wish a wish on a radio star, ’cause it sure seems bright to me. A silver fish on a company car-you could drive it home! Is it true that you’re taking me down to lose? Is it true? Everything was designed for my losing. I am the loser. I shop a day in the Devil’s bazaar and it seems alright to me. He’s got some amps, yeah he’s selling guitars for a reasonable finder’s/broker’s fee. Everything was designed for my losing. I am the loser.
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