I used to think that I would always sort of have it good, and never need to try too hard to waste as much time as I could.
I'd never need to get a job, or have to earn a bunch.
Now I wish I could just quit it all.
I guess I'm shit out of luck.
You could call me a loser 'cause I guess I never win, but whoever's got my voodoo doll must be running out of pins.
I'll keep walking down the road, holding up my chin.
I'm here for the duration because quitters never win.
Back when I first met you I was hopeless and confused.
I never cared too much about my knack for self-abuse.
Sometimes I feel like climbing in to a hole that's six-foot deep.
But why should I quit on myself?
You never quit on me.
You could call me a loser 'cause I guess I never win, but whoever's got my voodoo doll must be running out of pins.
I'll keep walking down the road, holding up my chin.
I'm here for the duration because quitters never win.
Quitters never win.
