Every time I close my eyes I see the same damn thing, Wishing I would have the gift to see what life will bring. I am born to lose, Don't wanna be a winner, I am born to lose and I'm consulting with the sinner. All together I'm doing fine, I never ask for much, I'll settle with a pack of smokes and a bottle of scotch. Not since I was a small boy have I felt so fucking free, Nothing seems to go my way but it doesn't bother me.