Stephen Simmons - Loserville Lyrics

LOSERVILLE

Well it’s another dead night around here, another Saturday night here in Loserville
And all us losers are looking for something to do
Well Robert Earle’s my best friend, and my Daddy used to work with his
Way back before they shut down the Textile Mill
Well Bobby and William both live up the road, and I’ve known ‘em for years, forever I suppose
Not a bad group all in all as losers go
Well I stole a twenty from my old Man’s wallet, just cause it was there
And we took off down the road just drinking our beer
A dangerous combination of nothing to lose, and nothing to fear

I didn’t know just how fast life goes
Took it for granted just because it wasn’t fun I suppose
I suppose

Well old man Johnson lives on the outskirts of town
That crazy old man, nobody goes around, nobody ‘cept for punks like me and my friends
We’d pull up in his yard and throw bottles at his house, open all his gates, and let his cattle out
And just for a laugh drive back by again
Well I guess he finally got tired of all of our shit, the day he came running out of that house choking that thirty-ought six. I just prayed to God that he’d miss
Well I heard the glass shatter and blood hit the dash, heard Bobby screaming, but William didn’t make a sound. And I was going too fast to ever slow down
Well I tried to gain control but I ran off the road, ran right through his front yard, right through his soul
The look on that old man’s face, forever etched in stone

I didn’t know just how fast life goes
Took it for granted just because it wasn’t fun I suppose
I suppose

Well William’s been dead for almost six years, heard Bobby moved off and had a couple kids
And they say Robert Earle these days, most of the time don’t even know where he is
But he was in the front seat with me on that cold January day
The day that old man bloodied that rusty Chevrolet
I still remember him screaming, “Look Out!” guess those were the last words that he’d ever say
Well me I finally got out of that town, got thirty more years and I figure I’m Hell bound
Sometimes I’d like to say that I’m sorry, but I don’t know just who I would tell

I didn’t know just how fast life goes
Took it for granted just because it wasn’t fun I suppose
I suppose, I suppose, I suppose

But me I can’t help wonder tonight in my cell, what’s going on tonight…..
down in Loserville.