Apostas ao som da carta batida

Latido de cão doente

Falência renal ao sair dos trintas

Será que vives, ou só tentas?

E a pressão de um filho nos braços, aguentas?

Falácias, sonhos, fugazes euforias

Amor eterno por quem morres ate findar

Cama do amor, do sexo que fazias 

Onde tantas vezes sorrias

Onde acabaste a chorar

Carro novo, carro velho

Ganhar pouco, desemprego

Amar pouco, amor eterno

Esquizofrenicamente vives

Tu, eterno desesperado

Estás velho

Gordo

Cabeça careca

Precocemente enferrujado

Quem tu queres enganar, enganado?

LOSER - "Mellow Gold"

Carl Stephenson Beck

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so 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 flamin' 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 sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you read
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' 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?

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 got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job

The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on 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 fallin' on a termite
Who's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
(Yo bring it on down)
(I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
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?
Sprechen Sie Deutche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

Só presto contas ao velho de barbas que vive no céu e que dali, do cocuruto do espaço rege toda a minha vida, só presto contas a essa figura omnipresente que vive na atmosfera, só ele me pode julgar por toda a merda terrena onde me meto e que faço, só esse velhote barbudo me pode dar a absolvição eterna, lá do alto, bem alto onde só chegam as minhas preces e os aviões de longo curso. Só esse velhadas sem acesso a gilletes, residente no reino dos céus (e na cabeça colectiva de quem acredita) é que topa realmente tudo!

(e o resto são cantigas, certo?)