It's been years since I was a young man It's been even longer since I been home I've traded our friends for my life on the road These whiskey-stained bricks are the streets that I roam Double-up on rounds, the sun's going down The jukebox keeps playing the story of my life I sit in the corner and stare at young lovers And crush out a cigarette and fade out of sight Here's to the losers We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow There may not be Smile at the waitress in the glow of the neon Look for the lucky man that's taking her home I search through my pockets and pull out the locket Some pretty young girl gave to me long ago Keep the enablers' arms tied around me The windows and doors are all boarded and chained I'm choking on smoke and I'm feeding on pain For the losers Motel vacancy signs never changing The broken clock seems to be telling the truth Time's standing still and it probably will Until our drunkness drifts off to dreams of our youth Here's to the losers We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow For the losers We'll drink from the bottle like there's no tomorrow There may not be There may not be