Magnificent Loser from Sisyphus by 7 Weeks

Riding through the pikes a timid sun shines through
broken houses, crooked shutters, a place for hunters
the fog is never gone, wraps around the logs of the lower side of the woods a lonely guy, misunderstood
he ain’t driving on a desert line no chromium, no yellow signs he kills birds to kill some time he’s the lonesome man
trapped in his dreams, he was born in the wrong place winter ice cold he never gets no sun no parasol
he’s deaf to his roots, the loneliest guy who roams is blue
in a ford taunus at the very least, hanging on to his fist
stars and stripes on the shirt, another on the rear view mirror
he’s heading back to the cabin, deep in the woods he would fade in
he ain’t driving on a desert line no chromium, no yellow signs he kills birds to kill some time he’s the lonesome man
trapped in his dreams, he was born in the wrong place winter ice cold he never gets no sun no parasol
stuck to the ground he’d turned to stone
his own life’s worst producer, what a magnificent loser
trapped in his dreams, don’t wanna go home
he’s waiting for you to come, he’s dying for you come
but surely he will stay on his own, what a magnificent loser.

• Hard Rock
• Metal
• Rock
• alternative metal
• grunge
• heavy rock
• metallica
• queens of the stone age
• sisyphus
• stoner rock
• Limoges