Loser
The BossHoss Lyrics

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Back in the primitive times, I was just a less-evolved creature trying to survive

Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
I'm fueled by recklessness and a desire to take down those who are addicts

With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
I see a world that's fake and artificial, so I spray-paint the fake vegetables to express my disdain

Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
I see grotesque and vulgar things all around me, like dog food next to women's underwear

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral, Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
I'm driving a car at high speeds with a loser and no clear direction, only hoping to leave everything behind

Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d, Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
My partner is in Reno, staying healthy and sleeping on a small couch while I struggle with my life

Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain, About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
I express my dissatisfaction with my current relationship and the unwanted outcome of a sudden marriage, only to be called insane

Don’t believe everything that you breathe, You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
People easily believe what they hear, even before thinking logically, which results in bad things happening to them

So shave your face with some mace in the dark, Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
I suggest taking violent action to get what you want, like using mace to shave your face, or saving up food stamps to burn down a trailer park

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
I see a society where evil is prevalent, and people are trying to censor music that opposes their values with ridiculous tactics

’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag, One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
People divide themselves along ridiculous lines like weasels and flags, and choose to oppress or eliminate those who they see as different

With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job, The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
The entertainment industry is stuck in a rut, and people idolize folksingers who are lazy and unproductive

He hung himself with a guitar string, A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
A musician took his own life with his own instrument, and now his dead body is tied to a pigeon's wing

You can’t write if you can’t relate, Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
As a writer, I believe that you can only create something meaningful if you can understand and relate to your audience's experiences, and not everything can be bought with money

And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite, That’s chokin’ on the splinters
Time is fleeting and my own existence on this earth is like a piece of wax melting away, while others suffer quietly

I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
I feel like a worthless loser, so why shouldn't someone put me out of my misery?