Текст песни Sore Losers - Bigwig

Sore Losers

I’m guessing that some things never change. Sore losers when they’ve lost the ga
me. Trying to win the battle lost. Some just can’t accept it some just want to r
eject it. Their hearts have been consumed by hate. It takes me back to the kid w
ho had someone fighting for him. Brings me back to a game we played when we were
kids. I never played. My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad,
my god can beat up your god too. All of the treaties are the same. Were million
s of lives worth the gain, the governments using them for. They had children fig
hting for them. The post-war won’t support them. Sugar-coated poison called crus
ades. It takes me back to the kid who had someone fighting for him. Brings me ba
ck to a game we played when we were kids. I never played. My mom can beat up you
r mom, my dad can beat up your dad, my god can beat up your god too.
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