Born Loser

All along it's been ten long years
Working hard, providing for the kids
But late at night that's when, he hides behind a bottle
Comes home, mistreats his wife
Call it trouble, you can call it strife
He is a dime that never got tossed in the wishing well of life

Now he's a beggar that lay on the streets
With no family, no food to eat
But late at night, that's when he begs for a bottle
With a taste, he'll be alright
A small drink will ease his mind
He's the kind that's running out of time, yeah

Some call him a born loser, yeah
Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord
Some call him a no good user, yeah
Pouring out his heart, tearing up his mind

There's people in the middle of life
Who think without it, they can't get by
Trouble makes them turn to the bottle

A little sorrow turns to pain
Lord knows it ain't a good man's aim
Ooh, a good man's aim

Now look at Satan, watch him laugh
Go ahead, brother fill your glass
Go on and be a fool, yeah

Some call him a born loser, yeah
Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord
Some call him a no good user, yeah
Pouring out his heart, tearing up his mind

Some call him a no good user, yeah
Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord
Some call him a no good user, Lord
Pouring out his heart and mind
Tearing out his heart and his mind, Lord

Oh, yeah, damn out his heart and his mind, Lord