Iggy Pop. Blah-Blah-Blah. Winners & Losers. Zeneszám

Winners and losers, which one am I?
Is it the same under the sky?
Black motorcycles and the will to survive
Losers and winners, low and high

In this glass and wire world
Surely leeches gain the right
To send their message screaming
One that has no meaning to people who feel

Questions and questions plain as your nose
But who would believe a little rose?
Winners and losers in love with themselves
No Santa Claus, no happy elves in this smoking gun existence

It gets harder to unwind
I'll just eat my breakfast
Try to keep my questions
Starving all night

Out in the suburbs I met
My true fine love
Down in the suburbs I met
My true fine love

She gave me money
She gave me head
She gave my everything
And then she went dead

Stick out your thumb
And hit the open road
Cat in a Mercedes
Goes by, he's old

He's got some, you got none
Together maybe you can have some
Fun-winners and losers, gentlemen boozers
Winners and losers

Roll, roll, roll, roll
Roll your money down
Rock, rock, rock, rock
Takin' over this town