Loser Heaven by Songdog
Loser Heaven lyrics
When you came in the door the draught from the past blew
out my candle.
So you found God at last, don�t play much poker no more.
And you smiled and said �I�m fine� and you still got Dan
Dare�s jaw-line,
I said I�ll take you down the Via Dolorosa to where my
friends are at,
Repo-men and junkies, rent-boys, loan-sharks and guys
like that.
It�s kind of like loser heaven����.
By the hallelujah lamp-post lives a bag-lady with a sack
of spells to sell,
Her Daddy'd been a hangman she said, she still goes puts
daisies on his grave.
And then maybe we could stop
By Kinky Al�s Motorcycle Shop
It�s just a crummy gig I play for change, just a toilet
but it�s good for my self-esteem,
And when Al gets up to do his Patsy Cline thing
I work my way through his harem,
And it�s like I�m in loser heaven .����.
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