Iç£ not the joker who wins your game
Whenever
Your good excuses (they) turn out lame
And Iç£ not
Always the hand that helps you out
Whenever
The lucky loser runs out of luck
So sit down and lean back
Cause this might hurt a bit
(I wonç£ make your bed
I donç£ give a shit)
Can you do anything on your own
Without picking up the phone?
Please donç£ complicate it
I feel so jaded
Can you do anything on your own?
Hey donç£ you know
I feel so jaded
I feel so jaded
...now
I wait for the day when you come to see
That nothing
In our life ever comes for free
Because youç£e
Sneaking through life at my expense
With an empty head and empty hands
Iç£ so worn out
Iç£ not the joker in your game
When your excuses turn out lame
And nothing ever comes for free
When will the lucky loser see?
