Recycled
- Fuse
- Whipping Boy
- Friday, June 28th
- Sometimes
- Born Losers
- Can't
- Come To Me
- The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly
- Put Your Head In The Sand
- Baby Of The Family
- I Even Love The Way You Put Me Down
- Did You Notice
- The Missing Link
- I've Given You Everything
- Can The Circle Be Unbroken?
- Nerves
Getting A Rusty Tan
- Excuses
- No Milk Today
- Wallflower's Lament
- Get Out Of My Way
- Better Off
- Borrowed Time
- Dr. George
- I Can't Make Myself Love You
- Don't Lose Your Sleep
- I'm Still Sane
- Big Brother
- Only The Dead Know For Sure
- Mr. Hate
- The Girl Next Door
- Getting A Rusty Tan Under The Scrap Iron Sun
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Born Losers
Verse 1:
It looks so good on you. The fit is really you.
It makes you look so much better than ever.
With the Goth tattoos and the green hairdo
You've followed it down to the letter.
You've got the ring in your nose,
So the crowd can lead you anywhere it goes.
It's not so easy just to be yourself, so
You might as well be somebody else because you’re
Chorus:
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born to lose the human race.
Because your friends are all doing it you must
Fall in line and keep in step to be cool
Verse 2:
Such a pretty face causing tidal waves
With a body that's willing and able.
Always keeping pace with ev'ry fashion craze
Making sure of the name on the label
But, when the makeup comes off,
Do you know who you are or do you feel a bit lost?
Is it a personality you lack
That forces you to hide behind that painted mask? Because you're
Chorus:
Ordinary and commonplace,
A born loser of the human race.
Because ev'rybody’s doing it, you must
Fall in line and keep in step, 'cause they're so cruel.
Verse 3:
In their pinstripe suits with their wingtip shoes
And their briefcases made all of leather.
Their secretary's so cute, and if their wives only knew
What they do when they have to work later.
To make your way to the top you must
Work your hardest and never stop.
Executive material with the
Brownest of noses have been doing their part. Because they're
Chorus:
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born losers of the human race.
Because the company requires it you must
Fall in line and keep in step or you're through.
Verse 4:
In my faded blue jeans it's just so hard to be seen when you're
Faceless and lost in the crowd.
Obscurity's a blast in the great unwashed mass.
To be anonymous makes me so proud.
Remain the same as I've been.
I don’t care if my style is out or if it's in.
Eventually it'll come around again and you'll be
Following me until the bitter end. Because you're
Chorus:
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born losers of the human race.
Because ev’rybody’s doing it, you must
Fall in line and keep in step. So what’s new?
Who’s following who?
Coda:
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born losers of the human race.
Everybody is doing it so you must
Fall in line and keep in step. Because we're
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born losers of the human race.
Because everybody's doing it you must
Fall in line and keep in step. We're all so
Ordinary and commonplace,
Born losers of the human race... |
