I磎 not the joker who wins your game Whenever Your good excuses (they) turn out lame And I磎 not Always the hand that helps you out Whenever The lucky loser runs out of luck So sit down and lean back Cause this might hurt a bit (I won磘 make your bed I don磘 give a shit) Can you do anything on your own Without picking up the phone? Please don磘 complicate it I feel so jaded Can you do anything on your own? Hey don磘 you know I feel so jaded I feel so jaded ...now I wait for the day when you come to see That nothing In our life ever comes for free Because you磖e Sneaking through life at my expense With an empty head and empty hands I磎 so worn out I磎 not the joker in your game When your excuses turn out lame And nothing ever comes for free When will the lucky loser see?
