Loser At the Bar - BADLANDS

See us gather round' the bar on friday and saturday night

Trendy clubs we all avoid, every weekend that same old sight

Of us drinking our beers, talking about nothing all night long

And when it’s closing time I realise there’s something wrong

With me sitting here every weekend wasting precious money & time

And after I have finished some drinks I ain’t feeling so fine

Because all my worries & frustrations are taking suddenly hold of me And when I go to sleep that night a loser’s life I clearly see

Chorus: I’m a loser at the bar

Drunken man philosophies are passing by all night

And I guess they’re based on personal frustrations, and that ain’t right

But it’s human to act this way when you have a sorry life

Which is led by constant failure, sheer misery and strife

When I look back on the things I’ve said and done right in the past

I called everyone a fool while the only fool was me,

The curtain is falling now so fast

Is there a reason why

I hated everything & everyone, oh I ran So far away from reality

Because I didn’t want to be like them

But who’s the fool right now

I guess it’s me…