Sore Loser - Dog Eat Dog

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Sore Loser

You tried out for the high school team

So you would have some childhood dreams

That you and your father could share

Football coach said you’re too small

Don’t even think of basketball

You knew you were destined to fail

Went to the track meet

Wanna be an athlete (sore loser)

Get back in your seat they said

Go to the dugout

Three strikes you struck out (sore loser)

And home runs flew over your head

Looking down on rock 'n' roll

And you dreamed of scoring goals

You’re saving those dreams for your bed

Thought it was cool to be a jock

You ended up a rent-a-cop

A dozen donuts in your hand

You’re a loser

A sore loser

Now it seems the tables turned

The game of life you should have learned

So try using some of your brains

All your high school friends are stars

Driving really fancy cars

The irony drives you insane

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Sore Loser