Loser - Thunder

What you gonna do when you’re caught with your hand in the till?

And who’s gonna tell them that you won’t when you probably will?

If you’re just a common crook who’s the guy to sell your book?

Who’s the only man, can make you look like your nearly a saint

When you ain’t?

Somebody better get me a spin doctor

Somebody won’t you call me a spin doctor

Oh yeah, mmm

Power broker suited, booted sitting on a gilded fence

Lying and a-cheating and a-covering up the evidence

But when the fingers start to point, who’s the man to clean the joint?

If only he’d been with me when I got in late the other night

That’s right!

Somebody better get me a spin doctor

Somebody won’t you call me a spin doctor

I know when I’m wrong that he’ll make it right

Adjusting the truth and making it look like a breeze

Call that man for me please

Napoleon wasn’t short, he was only of diminished size!

The Krays loved their Mother and a politician never lies!

heh heh

If perception leaves a nasty stain, he can make you white again

He’s a master of illusion turning dirty water into wine

All the time!

Somebody better get me a spin doctor

Somebody won’t you call me a spin doctor

There’s only one man, can turn it around

My image is short

I don’t wanna drown in this sleaze

Hire that man for me please

Down on my knees

I’m begging you, please!