Lyrics by Carl Lindstrand. Music by Henrik Kniberg....
There you sit gloating on your throne
I never really had a shot
I admit you cut me to the bone
Old memories is all I’ve got

A coup de grace you brought me to my knees
There is nothing left for me to do
But to raise my glass and join the feast
But I will never drink to you

You can wipe that smile
I’ll go out in style
Pour the wine ‘cause I don’t care

Let the good times roll
For this tortured soul
Here’s to losers everywhere

Edward D is looking down on me
And in this sense I’m truly blessed
We all excel at something you’d agree
And losing is what I do best

You can wipe that smile
I’ll go out in style
Pour the wine ‘cause I don’t care

Let the good times roll
For this tortured soul
Here’s to losers everywhere

You can wipe that smile
I’ll go out in style
Pour the wine ‘cause I don’t care

Let the good times roll
For this tortured soul
Here’s to losers everywhere

Here’s to the losers!


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