Always had the dream
Now I have the action
Spent my time hearing "this is wrong"
Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms
And life of eye to eye to head to head
You'll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyway
Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty
Defined by a submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle fate or cost
I'd rather stay a loser
And laugh at common sense
Then rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain
Why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less.
"You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks?
What a bunch of losers!"
Yeah, I guess we are.
"You went on tour without getting any guarantees?
You guys are idiots!"
Yeah, I guess we are
Loser of the Year Award Video (MV)
Performed By: boysetsfire
Length: 3:12
Written by: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
boysetsfire - Loser of the Year Award Lyrics
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Always had the dream
Now I have the action
Spent my time hearing "this is wrong"
Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms
And life of eye to eye to head to head
You'll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyway
Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty
Defined by a submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle fate or cost
I'd rather stay a loser
And laugh at common sense
Then rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain
Why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less.
"You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks?
What a bunch of losers!"
Yeah, I guess we are.
"You went on tour without getting any guarantees?
You guys are idiots!"
Yeah, I guess we are
Now I have the action
Spent my time hearing "this is wrong"
Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms
And life of eye to eye to head to head
You'll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyway
Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty
Defined by a submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle fate or cost
I'd rather stay a loser
And laugh at common sense
Then rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain
Why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less.
"You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks?
What a bunch of losers!"
Yeah, I guess we are.
"You went on tour without getting any guarantees?
You guys are idiots!"
Yeah, I guess we are
Writer: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC