Loser, Losing, Lost Songtext
von TISM

The scene at Appomattox
The Greeks of Thermopylae
The men and Dienbienphu
Lining up to die:
A million ghosts will stop the throats
Of any who dares mock
General Grant and General Lee
And all at Appomattox


They′re in every classroom
In every secondary school
And in every workplace
Every typing pool
They are beside you on the bus
With the lifeless stare
Nervously outside surgery
Waiting for doctor's there.

Together it is all.

Loser.

Loser, loser, losing, lost
Loser, loser, losing, lost. Whoa.

There′s cancer in the South of France
Cancer lurks in Rome
Cancer circles the whole globe
Till it finds you home
In heart and liver it is waiting
For all of us... or most
Our very cells join hands and sing
Loser, losing...(loser...) lost

Loser.

Loser. loser, losing, lost
Loser, loser, losing, lost. Ah.