Loser’s Samba

Lyrics

This morning I awoke, I was feeling depressed I lit up a smoke before I got dressed And then something broke in my chest I'd fix it, but I don't know how Wow, how did I get so strung out? There was a time I was young and hung out Never was a party that you didn't Find Marty on Friday night, Saturday night And now my stomach measures a mile It takes a bottle just to make me smile And my friends are saying Jesus Christ, he's such a bore He don't take dope or even talk about the war Just take a little drink, another little drink And then I have me just another drink more And when I wake up in the morning good God my kidneys are sore 'Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from a package store Oh wow, how did I get so messed up? It seems like yesterday I was young and dressed up The minute that I woke up, I'd go and do some coke up I was feeling high, what a guy And now I watch my color T.V Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me And my friends ain't been around in a year or more They're out somewhere together making posters for the war And so I sit at home and drink, another little drink And then I have me just a couple hit more And when I wake up in the morning, good God, something always is sore 'Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from a package store Oh wow, how did I get so bent out? It seems like yesterday I was young and went out Making all my money being high and being funny I was on a trip like Mr. Superhip And now that easy money's all spent, I got a crummy job to pay the rent And the thing that broke inside me, it ain't goin' away I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today I'm gonna sit at home and drink another little drink If I drink enough I'll feel okay Once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning feeling sore, oh so sore 'Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store