Lyrics:

For those who won't

And never will

Song sounds blue...

No-one at home

And time to kill

Song for the beautiful loser...



She would hide at the park and ride

Glued up to the gills

High tar cigarettes and sex

An appetite for pills

She's a shell of her former self

Bad natured on the shelf

And the honeymoon's wearing thin

It's a sign of the state we're in...



A stolen heart

Broken apart

Song for the beautiful loser...



Sweet sixteen

A kiss too far

Song sounds blue...



She was glad when her dad

Got locked out for good

Teaching her love by lashing out

With anything he could...



She's a shell of her former self

By nature left on the shelf

And the honeymoon's wearing thin

It's a sign of the state we're in...



She would hide at the park and ride

Glued up to the gills

Cigarettes and easy sex on a

Belly load of pills...



She's a shell of her former self

Bad natured, left on the shelf

And the honeymoon's wearing thin

It's a sign of the state we're in...



Song for the beautiful loser

Song sounds blue...