a moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
  they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance
  the losers the liars the bastards the thieves
  the cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing
    i never met a loser that i didn't see eye to eye with, i declare
  i stare into your eyes
  but you look right past me into the air
  what's it like to stand in your shoes?
  to have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse?
  i take the bottle and i tip it to all my heroes that have passed
  alas, you have left us but your stories they will last
  uninspired by the recruiting call
  independent we stand
  indepentend we fall
    so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
  before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
  i don't know but i'd like to think i had control
  at some point but i let it go and lost my soul
  sit tight but the revolution's years away
  i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say
  so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate
  the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
  oh! to have died that night i realized it wouldn't last!
  our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
  the final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
  oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
  and everybody's laughing loud
  your last chance to make your mother and father proud
    oh, oh, oh...
    a moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
  they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance
  the losers the liars the bastards the thieves
  the cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing
    they said "a pox
  upon your house
  upon your family and everyone you knew
  and everyone you'll ever meet"
  i bet they think we wish we joined when we could
  but we do what we want we don't do what we should
  now everybody's laughing because they're thinking they in on something i don't get
  don't forget
  i connect and i read every word you said
  like a child who believes he was wronged
  if you hate me so much then stop singing my songs
    so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
  before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
  i don't know but i'd like to think i had control
  at some point but i let it go and lost my soul
  sit tight but the revolution's years away
  i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say
  so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate
  the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
  oh! to have died that night i realized it wouldn't last!
  our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
  the final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
  oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
  and everybody's laughing loud
  your last chance to make your mother and father proud
    oh, oh, oh...