From the bars of wisconsin
to the clip joints of l.a.
i've been killing time
while trying to make
this guitar gain
there've been people who thrown bottles there've been people who thrown flowers there've been people who just threw open their heart
oh but rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story
i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
oh rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story
i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
there've been clowns
there've been jokers
uplitter prostitutes and queers
we slowly dived together through the years
i've been turned out, turned on, turned around, turned down
i've been built up, beat out, set up, drinkin' my pot
i've been oooo hoooo hooo hooo
i've been oooo hoooo hooo hooo
all the things that you see
all the sounds that you hear
they seem to have no meaning
when you're looking through a glass of beer
and you're tired, twisted up inside
you feel you don't belong
and the buzzman shouts
"get up and son, sing one more song"
well rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story
i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
yeah and rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story
i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
oh lord, a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end
rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end