Better Class of Losers Songtext
von Randy Travis

I′m getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite
Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet
I′m going back to the folks that I used to know
Where everyone is what they seem to be

And these high-class friends that you like to hang around
When they look my way, they're always looking down
And I'm tired of spending every dime I make
To finance this way of life I′ve learned to hate


I′m going back to a better class of loser
This up-town living's really got me down
I need friends who don′t pay their bills on home computers
And they buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine

You say the grass is greener on the other side
But where I stand I can′t see grass at all
And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel
And it takes more than caviar to have a ball

I′m going back to a better class of loser
This up-town living's really got me down
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
And they buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it′s disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine

Yes, a better class of loser just suits me fine