David Brothers Born Loser
Like the heartless erection
that falls in shame
The sinking ship
without a name
The wealthy thief, the gifted lush,
The politician who’s been hushed
The boxer who just wouldn’t stop
The cocky gambler drinks too much
The critic always in a rush
Every bomb we’ve ever dropped
I’m a born loser
I throw my lucky cards away
Worried wives
with perfect hair
In perfect houses
with Saran wrapped chairs
Pushers and addicts think they’re friends
The ones who wait for the day to end
The thinkers who won’t work overtime
The genius leader filled with hate
Dying breeds that masturbate
The cops who create the crime
I’m a born loser
I throw my lucky cards away
On a pilgrimage
pushed and shoved
That bitter taste
you’ve learned to love
Those who preach with a phony crutch
Clergy crying wolf too much
The painter selling much too high
The ones who hunt the albatross
Killers who hide behind the cross
Man made rivers going dry
I’m a born loser
I throw my lucky cards away
