Losing Team Songtext
von The Cunninghams

You′re fresh faced in your El Camino
Got the desert on both sides, out of road again
You notice trouble follows you around
Trouble follows you from town to town

Black clouds above your golden heads...

We're all on the losing team
We′re all on the losing side
We're all on the losing tip, don't trip around

Pretty dumb thing with your wild troubled side
On an empty tank of fuel, rolling slow
Better check in to the memory hotel
And hide out, lay low


Black clouds above your golden heads...

We′re all on the losing team
We′re all on the losing side
We're all on the losing tip, don′t trip around

Everything you want, can't have it
Always out of reach, can′t grab it
I'll be there for you, it′s alright now
Right now, it's alright now...

Black clouds above your golden heads...

We're all on the losing team
We′re all on the losing side
We′re all on the losing tip, don't trip
Say it don′t wanna trip...