To Lose the War

The captain of the football team
Has got the prom queen but not self esteem
And he hides beneath the sheets
While he cries himself to sleep
And that prom queen’s got her own concerns
The bottle’s dry but she just never learns
So she fills it up again
And drinks to broken men
And we’re overboard
Surrendered and ignored
So this is how it feels to lose the war
The baseball man is taking shots in his ass
The skater wins by cracking kneecaps
And we all keep tuning in
As if somebody’s gonna win
Superman is just another sham
Clark works nights at the Tinker’s Damn
Selling porno mags to dirty men
So he can pay the rent in his rat trap pigpen
The president’s just another man
Just pushing buttons with a half-baked plan
Like a stoner with a PS2
And he’s playing games all afternoon
He’s just trying to beat his daddy’s score
But it’s a different time, a different war
And this game is wearing thin
You need a faster thumb of you are gonna win
And we were strong before
Now we’re naked on the floor
So this is how it feels to lose the war