Lyrics

The magic of being a loser Is that nobody has to find out At times you'll get swept by the pace of the river But if you keep your head over then you probably won't drown I hope this won't ruin the rest of your summer The best that you've had in some time By next september know that you'll have forgotten From top of mind into a passing thought Keep that in mind when beams are about to give out Being a loser's a gift though it don't seem like it now Midwestern US of A's Got a habit of putting a smile on most anyone's face Ooze of dark crawls in and then just as quick as it came Ooh, It takes the smiles away Some stay here, some move away then come back Because they miss the hiss of the sprinklers or The smell of shellac but the fact stands that all Backhand gestures come from in the Realm of this god-given land Adjust the dial and tune into that Signal that you hear then can't unhear Plenty of folks never will, but you did, loud and clear now you're So skeptical, there must be More to this than they're telling me A hush from the crowd's got me paranoid How am I supposed to believe they shut that fountain spout down Apartment museums, family's disapproving Old friends all a burden, don't buy it, you're searching You think you got it all figured out You've done it over and over and over and over You think the answer's right there it's so clean I've done it over and over and over. i'm over that So, nothing is true and the shit you scraped off of your shoes Wasn't shit to begin with, and only through you and your soidisant penchant for clues Was it able to be shit You've climbed too deep on down inside of the hole Trying to spend the fourth of july without gravity I Gotta tell ya i'm not willing to go If that's the place that you're trying to drag me Can ya blame me? i'm So skeptical, there must be More to this than they're telling you or me No, i'm not taking it lightly I'm doing this on behalf of this whole fuckin' city Yeah, city, yeah, they'll call it a city When the breakthrough breaks through they'll call this unit a city And i'll know where we are, and i'll know who to thank Maybe sit next to jay, i mean jimmy By god, i'll be great Dreamt that someday i might play minor league baseball Get called up at an opportune moment And never wait around for nothing again They'd be lining up for chances at friendship Problem is past the eight grade i stopped playing baseball Didn't like to practice or jive with the mindset Now i'm here waiting 'round for nothing again I'm here, sitting down, static day out and day in A revolution igniting; the opposite motion Is the notion it may not be worth it to dwell On that old private hell in your fucked head Get it staged up real nice, try to sell the homestead To new buyers unopposed who see the growth being posed And you can put money down on a new plot instead