A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
I never met a loser that I didn't see eye-to-eye with, I declare I stare into your eyes But you look right past me into the air What's it like to stand in your shoes? To have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse? I take the bottle and I tip it for all my heroes that have passed Alas, you have left us, but your stories they will last Uninspired by the recruiting call Independent we stand Independent we fall
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? Before they call you bluff and watch you fall? I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul Sit tight, but the revolution's years away I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from And everybody's laughing loud Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...
A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance They show up to the party, but they're never asked to dance The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves The cynicists, the pessimists, and those that don't believe in nothing
They said "a pox, Upon your house, Upon your family and everyone you knew And everyone you'll ever meet" I bet they think we wish we joined when we could But we do what we want, we don't do what we should Now, everybody's laughing, 'cause they're thinking they're in on something I don't get Don't forget I connect and I read every word you said Like a child who believes he was wronged If you hate me so much, then stop singing my songs
So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? Before they call you bluff and watch you fall? I don't know, but I'd like to think I had control At some point, but I let it go and lost my soul Sit tight, but the revolution's years away I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say So, I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from And everybody's laughing loud Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud
Oh, oh, oh...