High Precision Ghosts - Losers Club lyrics

I remember my first out of body experience
I was lying on the ground
Head resting against the foot of the couch

A little vomit on my chest
Not much, nothing to worry about
There were bodies moving around me
Walking, stumbling, falling down

I surveyed my congregation
From the corner of the ceiling
Behind the one lit lamp
Miserable strugglers, all of them
My people, my service I brought them here
Like a Losеr Christ

Someone put a new beer in my hand
I accеpted the offering
Smiling through flecked teeth
Eyes unable to open all the way
I coughed up more foamy yeast
My bread for the masses
It's the least I could do

No one looked up, then nothing
I woke up on the bathroom floor, again
Without clothes, again

I surveyed my congregation
From the corner of the ceiling
Behind the one lit lamp
Miserable strugglers, all of them
My people, my service I brought them here
There's no church worth your time

Welcome to the losers club
We all have something to hide
Welcome to the losers club
We’ve all swallowed our pride
Welcome to the losers club
We've all got nothing to lose
Leave your politics at the door
You're not the type to schmooze
Welcome to the losers club
We came to lose ourselves
What have you lost? What have you done?
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