• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Losers - Robbie Williams
• Losers - J.J. Cale
• Lazarus - Porcupine Tree
• Lazarus - Placebo
• Losers - The Cardigans
• Losers - Cardigans
• Lazarus - Circa Survive
• Lazarus - The Boo Radleys
• Lazarus - FOZZY
• Lazarus - Carrie Newcomer
• Lazarus - Devlins
• Losers - Joey Tempest
• Laz'rus - John McCutcheon
• La Source - Isabelle Aubret
• Lo Zee Rose - Draft
• Losers - Detente
• Losers - Me In Motion
• Lazarus - My Epic

There will always be someone better than you
Even if you're the best
So let's stop the competition now
Or we will both be losers
And I'm ashamed I ever tried to be higher than the rest
But brother I am not alone
We've all tried to be on top of the world somehow
'Cause we have all been losers
I don't wanna be laid down
No I don't wanna die knowing
That I spent so much time when I was young
Just trying to be the winner
So I wanna make it clear now
I wanna make it known
That I don't care about any of that shit no more
Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
No, no more, no
There will always be someone worse than you
Sister don't let it get to your head
'Cause you won't be on top of the world so long
In constant competition
This ain't about no one in particular
But I could list a few
I'm removing myself from the queue
Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
Don't care about being harder
Or being Daddy's favorite
Or if you think I'm a mimic
Or if I am a loser
Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
Don't care about being harder
Or being Daddy's favorite
Or if you think I'm a mimic
Or if I am a loser
No, no more
No more
No more
No more
No more

Losers, we're just losers
Exclusive club that we're in
Losers, we're just losers
Why don't losers ever win
Came in this morning to spread the word around
Nobody wants to hear what a loser's putting down
Losers, we're just losers
Why don't losers ever win
Been out a-wanderin', bad luck all around

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue
And says
"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said
"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"
(Ghosts of the twenties rising Golden summers just holding you)
"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us, Lazarus

It's horrid to see you again,
Now that you're back from the dead.
It's horrid to see you again,
So bored of being you.
It's horrid to see you again,
Now that you're back from the dead.
It's horrid to see you again
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive.
It's horrid to see you again,
Acting like you're on some kind of cross.
It's horrid to see you again,
An emotional retard.
It's horrid to see you again,
Unaware that all may not be lost.
It's horrid to see you again,
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive,
Alive, alive, alive, alive.
It's horrid to see you again,
Walking around with that egg on your face.
It's horrid to see you again,
So full of apathy.
It's horrid to see you again
Caught in a trap you cannot escape.
It's horrid to see you again,
So bored of being...
Alive, alive, alive,

Words: Persson, Svensson
Music: Svensson
Look at all these losers
you find them everywhere
they're fucked up and annoying
but somehow you seem to care
It's easier to laugh
but something makes you stick around
you can't watch from above
and keep your ten toes in the sand
You wish that you were special
I'm just like youClose your eyes
that'll be the day you'll find those lies
Fold your ears
that'll be the day that you will hear
that'll be the day you
get back home
It's lonely to be strange
and you would never tell
that you're one of these itches
you know it much too well
losers are your weakness
they will always touch your heart
you're touching me as well
'cause I have always been a part
You wish that you were special
I'm just like you

Look at all these losers
you find them everywhere
they're fucked up and annoying
but somehow you seem to care
It's easier to laugh
but something makes you stick around
you can't watch from above
and keep your ten toes in the sand
You wish that you were special
I'm just like you
Close your eyes
that'll be the day you'll find those lies
Fold your ears
that'll be the day that you will hear
that'll be the day you
get back home
It's lonely to be strange
and you would never tell
that you're one of these itches
you know it much too well
losers are your weakness
they will always touch your heart
you're touching me as well
'cause I have always been a part
You wish that you were special

Anything that happened when I was young
it came so measly
now all of those things are haunting me
and nothing will calm
I won't be offended if no one sees
I just wanna know what that'll mean
When I'm alone I make believe that
I'm in a different time and place where
nobody wants to know my name
and no one will recognize my face
Anything that I did way back when
it seems so long ago
Might as well have all been by accident
I've nothing left to show
I wont be offended if no one stays
I'll just blame it all on my old age
When I'm alone I make believe that
I'm in a different time and place where
nobody wants to know my name and
no one will recognize my face
2am, I'm thinking about how lucky I've been
I need to take a moment to myself
6am, I'm thinking about how lonely I've been

I must be losing my mind
I keep on trying to find a way out
but it¡¯s ok you don¡¯t lock the door anymore
I, you know I never go out
and you know that I start to forget things
but it¡¯s ok they weren¡¯t essential anyway
I, and when I start to look back
I feel like I¡¯ve spent my whole life just kicking round
and not getting in the way
and now, and maybe now I should change
because I¡¯m starting to lose all my faith
while those around me are beaten down each day.

A silent prayer whispered in the darkness
Without witness words descend and die
I can't understand a world so cold and heartless
And still I'm driven to live this lie
Frozen voice singing winter's song
I live through life at the will of the wind
All the while I wonder where right went wrong
Crying out for the end to begin
Set adrift on a sea uncharted
Under a sky with no stars to guide me
A drowning soul is sinking and departed
While the waves of doubt break forever inside me
I'm holding on to what I once believed
Conviction that builds with time
I breathe life into my heart deceived
Now the truth is of my design
When your truth turns to lie
And the pain makes you cry
And the fountains of faith run dry
Take a look at yourself
And what you've sacrificed
When your truth turns to lie
And the pain makes you cry
And the fountains of faith run dry
When your dream starts to die
And the fire inside
Starts to dim the more you fight
Take a look at yourself

Now that he's gone
Now the world has moved on
Since he called my name Nothings the same.
As my sister cried
He said, "Lazarus rise." To love and anoint
Or just prove a point
Chorus I'm the one that he saved
I'm the one that he raised
From a dark quiet sleep from peace of the grave.
I the one who owns much but that no one will touch
Mothers see me and cry
Dogs bare teeth as I walk by.
I don't see a veil between heaven and hell
The truth is there's nothing but a warm light and singing.
But here in-between a voice haunts my dreams.
Martha does what she can but won’t look at my hands.
Chorus
I love the cool mornings I love a hot meal
The pulse of the street night jasmine and clean sheets.
I can’t sleep of rest I feel lost and hard pressed.
I wander these rooms still looking for you.
Chorus I aught to be grateful to drink from the grail
But I don't be belong on either side of this veil.
I look down at my hands that are clasped in my lap.
When he left this world I thought he'd take me back.
By Carrie Newcomer © 2007 Carrie Newcomer Music, BMI Bug

Feel the love
Feel the pain
Feel the blood rush through your veins
We set it up, so it's not right
When all I need is, free tonight, tonight
So live the life you want, 'cause you won't make a sound, when you're in the ground
And Lazarus is still walking...
The rain came down
Flooded your place
As two sound systems, were thumping bass
It's all around, it's in yourself
So don't leave wonder to someone else
So live the life you want, 'cause you won't make a sound, when you're in the ground
And Lazarus is still walking...
It's all worked out, you can't change that
Mercury's perfect in it's ascent
When I was down, you came around and made it alright and made it alright
You made it alright
So love the one you've found, it can't be that hard
Turning it around, making a new start
And live the life you want, 'cause you won't make a sound, when you're in the ground
And Lazarus is still walking...

See your face hard to trace no parking space
Don´t know what to do it's Monday
Put the key in start the engine
I can hear my mobile ringing it´s Tuesday
When you remind me I forget
Now what the hell did I forget it´s Wednesday
There can be only one winner
How come we´re just a couple of losers
There can be only one winner
How come we´re just a couple of losers
Real estate interest rates
Need somewhere else to keep my faith it´s Thursday
I´m no freak or amateur
I just don´t know what I am here for it´s Friday
Mirror ball mirror ball
Who´s the funkiest of us all it´s saturday
There can be only one winner
How come we´re just a couple of losers
There can be only one winner
How come we´re just a couple of losers
I got no lights on driving around
Wondering if there´s any love left in this town

When the nine coal miners were miraculously rescued
after three days in a flooded mine outside of Somerset,
PA the vision of the biblical Lazarus was the first
thing that came to mind. One of the unreported heroics
of the rescue was the effort of the United Mine Workers
over generations that forced the industry to have
rescue technology and personnel trained and ready.
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus shake your bones
You come from the world of water and stone
Locked in the belly of the earth all alone
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus shake your bones
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus ain’t it a sight
Livin in a world of endless night
Your dreams are filled with air and light
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus you know this, right?
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus you know it’s true
This world was made by men like you
But this ol' world is gonna claim her due
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus you know it’s true
And poor Ol’ Laz’rus on that third day
When they raised your body from the clay
Ya turned the hand of death away
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus on that great day
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus shake your bones
You come from the world of water and stone
Nine men a-walkin’ that road back home
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus shake your bones
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus shake your bones
(and now the refrain John forgot while recording)
Poor Ol’ Laz’rus the ages gonna roll
Squeeze your body into coal
Break your back but not your soul

Elle chante au milieu du bois, la source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende d'une fille qu'on y trouva.
Elle était blonde, elle était douce, elle aimait a se reposer
Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse, écoutant les oiseaux chanter.
Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville, par le bois où elle passait
Elle vit soudain, immobiles, trois hommes qui la regardaient.
Trois homes qui la regardaient.
Elle chante au milieu du bois, la source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende d'une fille qu'on y trouva.
Ils étaient là, trois à l'attendre, trois hommes-loups, cette brebis
Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre, ils avaient bien trop d'appétit.
Elle ne savait pas défendre le souffle léger de sa vie.
Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre, comme un oiseau tombé du nid.
Comme un oiseau tombé du nid.
Elle chante au milieu du bois, la source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende d'une fille qu'on y trouva.
Quand on l'a soulevé de terre comme une grande fleur coupée
Sa robe blanche et la lumière, on aurait dit une mariée.
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre, on aurait dit comme un grand lit.
Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres, une claire source a jailli.
Une claire source a jailli.
Elle chante au milieu du bois, la source, et je me demande
S'il faut croire à cette légende d'une fille qu'on y trouva.

Got twenty-five in the bank, and three on me, you know.
Five cigarettes gonna have to last the night, you know.
'Cause the money that I had's been spent too much,
You try to make it last, but it never does,
And I've been smoking just way too much, I'm sure you know.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole.
Getting real sick of getting used to this, you know.
Can't remember it any different, I'm sure you know.
'Cause I spent a lot of days and nights
And those moments that I had with Lo Zee Rose,
Looking for a place that I should know by now, you know.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole.
Got twenty-five in the bag, three on me, you know.
Five cigarettes gonna have to last the night, you know.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,
It's burning a black hole right through me.
Burn away, burn away,

(Lyrics: Crosby; Music: Robinson/Hochheiser)
You work so fucking hard to achieve your ideal
in the time that you've allowed, but, no, the guarantee
didn't hold up, swallow hard and bite back the fear
It's always been this way, you just deceive yourself into
thinking everything is fine. Cut your wrists, watch them bleed
a drop for every promise you can't keep
You're a loser, not a winner, you were born to lose
Them that has gets and you've got nothing, you're a loser not a winner
It's always been this way, nothing ever changes
It's always been this way, you just deceive yourself into
thinking everything is fine. Cut your wrists, watch them bleed
a drop for every promise you can't keep
You're a loser, not a winner, you were born to lose
Them that has gets and you've got nothing, you're a loser not a winner

I was always on the outside feeling like I don't belong
Watching all the happy people
Hey, did I do something wrong?
Did I do something wrong?
Hey, hey, hey, I was always one of the losers
Hey, hey, hey, don't you think that Jesus loves us too?
This gospel sounds like good news to all of us losers
Someone has to be the victim, someone's got to eat alone
And maybe, that's a four-eyed Jesus coming from a broken home
Go on and throw your stones
Hey, hey, hey, I was always one of the losers
Hey, hey, hey, don't you think that Jesus loves us too?
This gospel sounds like good news to all of us losers
So, here's to the losers in the crowd
Our tears won't always be around
He'll turn this kingdom upside down
Hey, hey, hey, I was always one of the losers
Hey, hey, hey, don't you think that Jesus loves us too?
This gospel sounds like good news to all of us losers
Hey, hey, hey, I was always one of the losers
don't you think that Jesus loves us?
This gospel sounds like good news to all of us losers

I can't sing that song the same way anymore
Cause I start laughing at the parts where I could only weep before
And it sounds sweeter now because the notes can't ring
until they echo through each wasted year that You restored to me
I've been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus
Tears on Your cheeks, resurrection on Your lips
Sometimes mercy can feel like abandonment
But You know all about it
I used to this I had to write these songs just so
For heavens sake and for my own I put myself through hell
But I quit striving for perfection surrendered up to it instead
And now the songs keep pouring out and I cannot contain myself
I've been thinking of how You wept for Lazarus.
Tears on Your cheeks, resurrection on Your lips
(Broken will)
Sometimes mercy feels just like abandonment
(Find your rest / Broken voice)
You let my heart die, but left Yours beating in my chest
(You sing best)
At 30, 000 feet above, the earth was small enough to think of everyone I love
And then imagine them a thousand mirrors all reflect it back at once
and any light would multiply and then remind me