Loser Club Testo

Testo Loser Club

HEY!!!
You can't call it a friendship,
You can't call this a friendship when
All I ever do is put you on your feet again

All the ghost of our childhood memories
come back to haunt you every day
and put you right back on your knees

He thrusts his fists against the post
and still insists he sees the ghosts

Yeah!
It was the summer of 1990
and it took until late 2003
to see why you gave up on me
NO!!
It wont happen again this time
We'll kill the demons of our past
Bury them make sure this times the last

He thrusts his fists against the post
and still insists he sees the ghosts