You're the woman in the church,

Talking to herself.

The NA AA,

Drinking to his health.

Your that manic depressive,

Laughing in the dark.

You're anyone who's born again,

And anyone who's marked.



You're the one in the remainder bin,

The one they left alone.

You're all the ones from somewhere else all the ones who have no home.



Sad fuckers of the world, cut loose,

Say, I was born this way, what's your excuse?

When you're nothing, you've got nothing to lose,

Sad fuckers of the world cut loose.



We watch the lifestyles,

Of the stupid and the dumb.

We were born to disappoint like some were born to run.

But there's millions of us out there,

Who cannot bear the mirror.

Who escaped the fate of hessian sacks,

And drowning in the river.

We're unpopular and ugly, people laugh behind our backs.

Our realationships fail, we're lousy in the sack.

We're the idiot savante, without the savante.

But every single on of us was at least a loser once.



Sad fuckers of the world unite,

We may be ugly, but have some pride.

We were born to fail, not born to hide,

Sad fuckers of the world unite.



Sad fuckers of the world unite,

Who gives a toss about our plight?

We will live long and meaningless lives,

Sad fuckers of the world unite.



There are others in this world, who are quick to criticize.

The hidden roses just like us, the thorn in their sides.

They're the rich and the talented and the ludicrously attractive.

They dress well, have great parties,

Are physically fit, and sexually active.

But they're terrified of us, (yes, us),

The geeks, the freaks, the losers.

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