Loser’s Prize Lyrics by Greg Freeman
Turn on the radio
The service here is crap
Hear the Christian hearts clank around
Like lobsters in its trap
You ever get the feeling
This world all looks alike?
Same story everywhere you go
Just different times of night
Yeah I got the change
But who solicited the touch
Of the love without the lover
Of the art without the artist
Now you sit in silence
With a tin cup or tin hat
These words – plagiarized before they’re written
These thoughts – appraised before their had
There’s no one left to play
From the stage to the alleyway
Guilty the second the spotlight hits your face
This love won’t let you breathe
Its fears nursed by catastrophe
But protected by the limits of its own memory
Whole years disappear
But moments we live within
Like soldiers who dream at night in night vision
You’re bottled up, you Russian doll
So full of yourself
You fortress will become your prison
With your passions as your cell
Love will make you weak
But only at the knees
When I’m alone I can be anyone but when I’m with you I’m me
Yeah I’ve been around
I can recognize the sound
Of the losers prize being handed down to me
But I can see it in your eyes
You never more felt your fate
With the moon over your shoulder baby
And silent like a lake
