Letra de 'Losing Out' de Kris Demeanor

Jeremiah Mitsissinni has a solution to the overly sated and more the hopelessly unmotivated kids, the sniffers, they're going to come of age and the spiritual sands are all on private an provincial lands
Change, the vision, now take it to the council
The church, thanksgiving, cheers to the announcement
Jerry already dreams of a neighbouring nine hole
But furst they're going to break the ground and start on the casino

Losing Out

If the little boy had a class to take a spring break from
Was asked to design another sticker for his gun
Another bright red sticker with a yelow ring of flame
A cloud of grey smoking from the imminent explosion
Mix it in the market, label it adversarial
Suspend negotiation while they broadcast the burial
Does it help enough, does it hurt to see the enemy revealed?
A seed, the sower, an os, a plow a field

Losing Out

The wall came down and the frocks came off
The big, scary bear is busy trading in the soft white forms of penniless young girls from the farm
An organization's putting on hotel parties
Hosting men from America
Rich but unlucky
Keep the necklines low, it's an eleven to one ratio
Quietly nod, you've got to sell them on mysterious
Make them feel attractive, make it look like you're serious

Losing Out