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It's been years since I was a young man
It's been even longer since I been home
I've traded our friends for my life on the road
These whiskey-stained bricks are the streets that I roam
Double-up on rounds, the sun's going down
The jukebox keeps playing the story of my life
I sit in the corner and stare at young lovers
And crush out a cigarette and fade out of sight
Here's to the losers
We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow
There may not be
Smile at the waitress in the glow of the neon
Look for the lucky man that's taking her home
I search through my pockets and pull out the locket
Some pretty young girl gave to me long ago
Keep the enablers' arms tied around me
The windows and doors are all boarded and chained
I'm choking on smoke and I'm feeding on pain
For the losers
Motel vacancy signs never changing
The broken clock seems to be telling the truth
Time's standing still and it probably will
Until our drunkness drifts off to dreams of our youth
Here's to the losers
We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow
For the losers
We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow
There may not be
There may not be