Loser [fea
Glee Cast Lyrics


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In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat

Someone keeps saying, I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve

So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag

With the re-run shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
I slap the turkey neck and it's hanging' from a pigeon wing

You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite
Who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy, soy, soy

I'm a driver, I'm the winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?




Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Overall Meaning

The Glee Cast's version of "Loser" by Beck, is a song that reflects angst and a feeling of not fitting in. The lyrics mention "in the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey," which could be interpreted as feeling like an outcast in a society that expects conformity. The next line "butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie" could be referring to self-destructive behavior, trying to numb the pain by any means necessary.


The following phrase "with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables, dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose" is a series of random images that could be interpreted as a chaotic and disjointed mental state.


Next, the lyrics talk about cruising in a flaming stock car with a loser, perhaps indicating feeling stuck and unable to escape a negative situation. The mention of a shotgun wedding and stain on the shirt could represent being unable to break away from undesirable circumstances. The line "don't believe everything that you breathe" is a warning against blindly accepting societal expectations and propaganda.


The chorus "Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?" could be interpreted as a sarcastic and rebellious approach to societal expectations of success. Finally, the lyrics suggest that things will change and that the singer will be a driver and a winner.


Some possible interpretations of this song include rebelling against societal norms, feelings of inadequacy and not fitting in, self-destructive behavior, and a desire for change.


Line by Line Meaning

In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
I used to be primitive and basic


Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
I am willing to do anything and everything to get my fix


With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Our society is superficial and fake, even our food is being altered


Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
We are surrounded by strange and disturbing images


Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Escape from reality and disconnect


Stock car flaming with a loser and the cruise control
Our lives are out of control and we are stuck in a downward spiral


Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Someone is seeking refuge or escape in a faraway place


Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat
Our living situation is messy and uncomfortable


Someone keeps saying, I'm insane to complain
Others belittle and invalidate our problems


About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Our lives are full of chaos and bad decisions


Don't believe everything that you breathe
Be wary of everything around you, especially the media


You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Small and unpleasant things continue to happen on a daily basis


So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Our lives are dangerous and chaotic, even basic tasks can be risky


Saving all your food stamps
We have to be frugal with everything we have


And burning' down the trailer park
Our world is filled with destruction and chaos


Yo, cut it
Stop everything, take a moment to breathe


Soy un perdedor
I am a loser


I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
I am stuck in a cycle of self-pity and self-destruction


The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Our world is dominated by negativity and absurdity


Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
Even our art is being censored and manipulated


'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
Our society is divided and polarized


One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
One group is in power, while the other is marginalized and ignored


With the re-run shows and the cocaine nose job
Our culture is obsessed with the past and superficial beauty


The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
Our media is filled with bland and insincere programming


He hung himself with a guitar string
Even those who are supposed to embody creativity and freedom are struggling and falling apart


I slap the turkey neck and it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
Our world is filled with strange and disturbing imagery


You can't write if you can't relate
In order to create meaningful art, we need to be able to connect with and understand others


Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
Our world is driven by power and materialism, which only leads to more hatred and division


And my time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite
Our time is fleeting and meaningless, just like everything else in our world


Who's choking on the splinters
Our lives are filled with struggle and suffering


I'm a driver, I'm the winner
I am in control and winning at life


Things are gonna change, I can feel it
Despite everything, I believe that change is possible and can happen




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: ALEXANDER JOHN REID, VIKTORIA HANSEN

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