Loser / That Old Private Hell
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The magic of being a loser
Is that nobody has to find out
At times you'll get swept by the pace of the river
But if you keep your head over, then you probably won't drown
I hope this won't ruin the rest of your summer
The best that you've had in some time
By next September you'll have truly forgotten
From top of mind into a passing thought
That model beam's about to give out
Being a loser's a gift, though it don't seem like it now
Midwestern U S of A 's
Got a habit of puttin' a smile on almost anyone's face
Ooze of dark crawls in and then just as quick as it came
Ooh, it takes the smiles away
Some stay here
Some move away then come back
'Cause they miss the hiss of the sprinklers
Or the smell of Shellac, but the fact stands
That all backhand gestures come from in the realm
Of this god-given land
Adjust the dial and tune in to that
Signal that you hear then can't unhear
Plenty of folks never will but you did loud and clear
Now you're so skeptical
There must be more to this than you're telling me
A hush from the crowd got me paranoid
How am I supposed to believe they shut that fountain spout down
Apartment, museums, families disapproving
Old friends, all a burden, don't buy it, you're searching
You think you've got it all figured out
You've done it over and over and over and over
You think the answers right there, it's so clean
You've done it over and over and over
I'm over that
So nothin' is true
And the shit you scraped off of your shoe
Wasn't shit to begin with
And only for you and your soi-disant penchant for truth
Was it able to be shit
You climbed so deep on down inside of the hole
And spend the Fourth of July without gravity
Gotta tell you I'm not willing to go
If that's the place that your trying to drag me
Can you blame me I'm
So skeptical
There must be more to this than they're telling you or me
No I'm not taking it lightly
I'm doing this on behalf of this whole fucking city
Yeah-eah-eah
City, yeah, city, yeah they'll call it a city
When the breakthrough breaks through
They'll call this unit a city
And I'll know where we are
And I'll know who to thank
Maybe sit next to Jay
I mean Jimmy
By god I'll be great
Dreamt that someday I might play minor league baseball
Get called up at an opportune moment
And never wait around for nothin' again
They'd be linin' up for chances at friendship
The problem is past the eighth grade a stopped playing baseball
Didn't like to practice or jive with the mindset
Now I'm here waiting around for nothing again
I'm here sitting down, static day out and day in
A revolution igniting, the opposite motion
Is the notion it may not be worth it to dwell on
That old, crowded hell in your fucked head
Get it staged up real nice, try to sell the homestead
To new buyers, unopposed, see the growth being posed
And you can put money down on a new plot instead