So I walk through the door,
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.
So, hand it to him,
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.
Soaring over Canada,
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.
My friends and I offered up all those (and more) for Beck's "Loser". The real words?
Soy un perdador,
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.