Loser, Baby

Blake Roman

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    So things look bad and your back's against the wall
    Your whole existence seems fucking hopeless
    You're feeling filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall
    Can't face the world sober and dopeless
    You've lost your way
    You think your life is wrecked
    Well, let me just say you're correct (wait, what?)

    You're a loser, baby
    A loser, goddamn baby
    You're a fucked-up little whiny bitch (hey)
    You're a loser just like me (thanks, asshole)
    You're a screw-loose boozer and only one-star reviews-er
    You're a power bottom at rock bottom
    But you got company (this supposed to make me feel better?)

    There was a time I thought that no one could relate
    To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged
    But letting walls down, it can sometimes set you straight
    We're all living in the same shit sandwich

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    I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak
    Ha-ha! And you think that makes you unique?
    Get out of here, man

    We're both losers, baby, we're losers
    It's okay to be a (coked-up dick-sucking hoe?)
    Baby, that's fine by me
    I'm a loser, honey
    A schmoozer and a dummy
    But at least I know I'm not alone (you're a loser just like me)

    I got an appetite for gambling
    I got an appetite for sampling
    Every drug and sex toy I can find
    Go ahead, baby, sing that song
    Come on
    I got no holes left to deflower
    I sold my soul to save my power
    Now I'm on that demon's leash
    I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour

    You're a loser, baby
    A loser, but just maybe if we eat shit together
    Things will end up differently
    It's time to lose your self-loathing and excuse yourself
    Let hope in, baby
    Play your card, be who you are

    A loser just like me

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    Composition: Sam Haft, Keith David, and Blake roman

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