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The Losers (lyrics & poetry)

Author: TheDanzer
rock-band The Losers | Indie
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tHE LOSERS' lyrics are a great world heritage - a sort of musical Bible for all those who love poetry, high art and sex. By popular demand we publish lyrics online so that you can enjoy every line, every word and sing these songs together with your beloved artists. See the Loser’s songs here.


Intro (Raining Blood)


We are the Losers and we’re gonna kick your ass
Spread disaster and cause distress
Increase the volume, check out the sound
We will blow up your fucking mind




Absolutely naked


Absolutely naked I ride my horse through the desert
The sun burns my skin, I’m not an Indian
I wanna feel nature, feel freedom
I’m not a pervert, it’ not the reason
And the wind caresses me violently (x2)

Run my, run my horse
I want you to show me all your force
You spit on my face, your ass twists
You’re what I call a real beast


Absolutely naked I ride my horse through the city
People stare at me, yes, I’m a man of dignity
I feel pressure, misunderstanding
But this taste of freedom is outstanding
And the wind caresses me violently (x2)

Run my, run my horse
I want you to show me all your force
You spit on my face, your ass twists
You’re what I call a real beast


Two sweaty bodies dart through the air…





Especially for you


Sometimes it’s hard to understand
Why people want me to play in a band
Sometimes it’s hard to sing all day
When you’ve got nothing to say
But I …

I’m singing this song especially for you (x3)
I’m singing this song especially for you-ou-ou


Sometimes it’s cool to be a star
When you’ve got a big cigar
Sometimes it’s cool to be so drunk
‘Cause you can behave like a skunk
But my soul is a bird
Crying for the sky and singing you this song

I’m singing this song especially for you (x3)
I’m singing this song especially for you






Bitches for sale (perfect girl)


You’re a perfect girl
Living in a perfect world
Diamonds, sport cars – you've got it all
Warning! This girl is a whore!

You think that you’re a perfect girl
But you’re a bitch-bitch, oh-oh-oh
You think that you’re a perfect girl
But you’re a bitch-bitch, oh-oh-oh


You’re a cute false blond
They say you’re a sex bomb
Always looking for somebody to leech
Warning! This girl is a bitch!

You think that you’re a perfect girl
But you’re a bitch-bitch, oh-oh-oh
You think that you’re a perfect girl
But you’re a bitch-bitch, oh-oh-oh







Testiculaman


Come on, baby, light my fire
I'll show you what is desire
You would better be careful, girl
I’m a beast, a sex machine
Do you know what it means?
You would better go home, girl

Though I feel like a man in a boys’ world

She’s got to know
I’m the slave of my emotions
It's a mental overflow
Resulting from alternate motion


She's got to know I'm a testiculaman

I will smash your fucking face
You would better be careful, dude
I’m a man, a real one
You crossed my way, now you are done!
You would better stay away, dude

Yeah, I feel like a cat among the pigeons

He’s got to know
I’m the slave of my emotions
It's amental overflow
Resulting from alternate motion


He's got to know I'm a testiculaman





My latex soldier


Your crazy love bites my soul like a snake
You’re totally insane (I’m broken)
You make me suffer, your affection is pain
Get out of my way!

I kill my love and I hate you
My latex soldier
Can’t live without the things you do

She breathes like I breath
She smiles like I smile
A monstrous mind
Is hiding behind her smile





Superstar


I was born to play guitar and sing my songs
I’m a gifted devil drinking all day long
I’m a millionaire, a twisted rock star
I sleep with muses that I meet in the bars
I reached the peak of my destiny
I’m more popular than god as you can see
People love me, and I hate them all
I spend my time with cigarettes and alcohol

I’m a superstrar puking in my own car
My life is river flowing down on the radio receiver


My fate is an endless luxurious trip
I sink in fame, money and premium weed
I live in sin and I succumb to new addictions
Self-destructive supporter of rock traditions
Whatever I do it’s shot by papparazzi
Yo, annoying bitches, worse than the nazzis
Holy shit, I wanna set this world on fire
Live fast, die young … cherish your idols

I’m a superstrar puking in my own car
My life is river flowing down on the radio receiver






Freak in love


I’m a submissive victim in our foreplays
You feed me with your fake love every day
Nothing is real for me except your attitude
You condemn me to sore solitude

I wish I could believe in your lies
Ah-ah-ah sweat paradise
Broken illusions, cruel dove

I'm a freak in love
(He's a freak in love)

I’m a sad lover seeking joy and attention
And all I have now is total misconception
You play with me as if I were a toy for you
Stop it, baby, try waking in my shoes

I wish I could believe in your lies
Ah-ah-ah sweat paradise
Your words flutter like butterflies
Ah-ah-ah getting me high
I wish I could believe in your lies





Quand la colere passe


Tu sais, cherie, tu es si belle quand t’es en colere
Tu ressemble a une lionne prete a bondir sur sa proie
Pour la dechiqueter et se gaver de sa chere
Mais voila ce que je te propose, ma puce
On oublie tout et on fait l’amour comme des p’tits diables
Jusqu’au matin, jusqu’a un jour nouveau

Take my hand and hold it tight, we’ll live together
Our passion will survive and last forever
I was born to love you baby
To kiss your lips and bless your heart
You’re my angel, I’m your devil
Everything will be alright




Fuck you, stupid facebooker


Idle talker, network intruder
Soul inside out, you’re so super-duper
Show us one more picture of your life

We know what you do, we know what you eat
We know your cat’s name and all that bullshit
Little nothing eaten up with pride

Wah, facebooker
Fuck you and all your friends
Wah, virtual hooker
You show me your life, but I don’t give a damn

Mental flasher aware of politics
Social freak, trendy geek, fucking critic
Better post a selfy for tonight

You make us sick and you make me think
There is an asshole hidden behind the link
Share this message and get burnt in hell

Wah, facebooker
Fuck you and all your friends
Wah, virtual hooker
You show me your life, but I don’t give a damn

Lord, please forgive me for these evil words that I sad
Lord, please believe me, human nature’s dying in the Net

Give me a like

06.08.2012


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