The dad he was fifty, the kid was nine years old he stood their like a miracle, with the kid's heart in his hold I think I might be dying, atleast that's what I'm told inside kid is crying, for the dream has just been sold I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain well it's just a losers game, dad it's just a loser's game come try and catch me, I'll catch me if you can I'll be the first to miss the grip of your hairless boney hands well people run for shopping malls but you're waiting in the sky oh which consumer will you crush and which will you let back I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain well it's just a losers game, dad it's just a loser's game oh, put the sun in the back of this vehicle remember the sun, where the beach boys were playing run for the sun oh dad, ain't it sad that we're on this road to nowhere that we're on this road to nowhere that we're on this road to nowhere I know I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain well it's just a losers game, dad it's just a loser's game