| It’s a monument valley of concrete
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| On the plain where the styrofoam roams
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| She hits the trail by the charity store
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| For the cavern of the mobile phones
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| She wades ankle deep across whino creek
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| To the rail where the stagecoach waits
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| And there should be one in a day or so
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| If it isn’t running late
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| 'Cause she lives on a reservation
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| With a baby called 'shut up and wait'
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| And the missionary school by the alehouse
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| Is teaching him how to hate
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| In Loserville… Loserville
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| It’s 15 miles outside of luck
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| They live on beer and pills
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| Now she takes him over to grandma’s
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| Because her cousin gets back tonight
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| All day he’s been out hunting
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| And they’re gonna do the thing with the pipe
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| 'Cause her man is a long time missing
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| He got lost in the firewater fight
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| Sometimes she hears him when the moon is out
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| Screaming at the door in the night
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| In Loserville… Loserville
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| It’s 15 miles outside of luck
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| They live on beer and pills
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| Loserville… Loserville
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| A couple of lifetimes out of hope
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| Out there over the hill
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| It’s the fastest growing false economy
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| The capitol of welfare state
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| They built a wall around Loserville
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| But they didn’t build a gate
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| I spent half my life getting out of this place
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| It’s everybody’s well-laid plan
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| You can take the boy out of Loserville
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| But you can’t take the place from the man
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| Loserville… Loserville
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| It’s 15 miles outside of luck
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| You live on beer and pills
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| Loserville… Loserville
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| A couple of lifetimes out of hope
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| Out there over the hill |