Napalm Death - Losers | Текст песни

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A will to win big
Streaked tears of elation
Triumph

Succeed at all costs because no one loves a loser

No one loves a loser

But who shall endure the crippling pain of defeat?
With the über-beings gone
see the begging bowls of losers

No one loves a loser

Urging home the best of the best
Golden reward a third-world debt.

That's the trouble -
Short-term vision, glitz and pomp
Achievement? What achievements?
A finishing line where the (truly)
Crippled foot the cost.

No one loves a loser

Souls discarded to build a dream
Dust in the lungs of bristling machines.

Jingoistic
Natural order resumed and on show
Paymasters demand lavish diversions to sweeten the show

No one loves a loser

Souls discarded to build a dream
Dust in the lungs of bristling machines.

The victory is fleeting, the endurance long
If it's not bombs, it's welfare-stripping
spoils of (another kind of) war

Souls discarded to build a dream

A generation pays, in full for what?
A re-filling of a pit so bottomless.

Souls discarded to build a dream