I´m not the joker who wins your game   Whenever   Your good excuses (they) turn out lame   And I´m not   Always the hand that helps you out   Whenever   The lucky loser runs out of luck   So sit down and lean back   Cause this might hurt a bit   (I won´t make your bed   I don´t give a shit)   Can you do anything on your own   Without picking up the phone?   Please don´t complicate it    I feel so jaded   Can you do anything on your own?   Hey don´t you know   I feel so jaded   I feel so jaded   ...now   I wait for the day when you come to see   That nothing   In our life ever comes for free   Because you´re   Sneaking through life at my expense   With an empty head and empty hands   I´m so worn out   I´m not the joker in your game   When your excuses turn out lame   And nothing ever comes for free   When will the lucky loser see?