Letra de Born Loser

All along it's been ten long years Working hard, providing for the kids But late at night that's when, he hides behind a bottle Comes home, mistreats his wife Call it trouble, you can call it strife He is a dime that never got tossed in the wishing well of life Now he's a beggar that lay on the streets With no family, no food to eat But late at night, that's when he begs for a bottle With a taste, he'll be alright A small drink will ease his mind He's the kind that's running out of time, yeah Some call him a born loser, yeah Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord Some call him a no good user, yeah Pouring out his heart, tearing up his mind There's people in the middle of life Who think without it, they can't get by Trouble makes them turn to the bottle A little sorrow turns to pain Lord knows it ain't a good man's aim Ooh, a good man's aim Now look at Satan, watch him laugh Go ahead, brother fill your glass Go on and be a fool, yeah Some call him a born loser, yeah Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord Some call him a no good user, yeah Pouring out his heart, tearing up his mind Some call him a no good user, yeah Spending all his money a bottle at a time, Lord Some call him a no good user, Lord Pouring out his heart and mind Tearing out his heart and his mind, Lord Oh, yeah, damn out his heart and his mind, Lord