Bless the losers God's lost children The drunks the fools The ones that never do win Huddled with their backs Turned to the cold wind Seeking any shelter From their pain Bless the winners Always doin' The gifted few The ones that always will win Huddled with their backs Turned to their old friends Busy seeking any shelter From the rain Bless the dreamers Always searchin' With their eyes wide open Seekin' any answers While huddled with their backs Turned all the others Lord their gains their loss for now They have no questions Bless the old ones With their children Busy now with children Of their own Huddled with their backs Turned to the cold wind Seeking any shelter Bless us all