All My Friends Are Wasters

Fuck the Players, fuck the game
You can dress me up but you know I’ll never change at all
Chase the dollar, chase the pay
You got to Schmooze, you got to choose to be this way



All my Friends are wasters
And we’re just trying to catch a break
All of us are losers
And we’re just trying to catch a wave


Run the rat race every day
Stop at nothing to make a sale
You gotta dress a certain way
Stop at nothing to get your pay


I’m a square peg in a round hole
Trying not to sell my soul
Trying to hold on to the family gold
Even though I’m worthless or so I’m told.