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!
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!
Lyrics submitted by funkyoswald
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