Songtext von Sore Loser

All your bases have been filled With pretty players from the field Compared to them, you make me feel Like an amateur I didn’t know love could be played Like a Holy Rollin’ ball game You keep pushing me away When I used to be on first You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half I don’t know how long my tolerance will last Any other would recover from the past But I’m a sore loser, yeah Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat I do believe you rigged the game Just to make the Hall of Fame You bend the rules to fit your play You won’t admit you hit a foul You overlook your own shortcomings A loser when it comes to loving A winner when it comes to running That’s why you’re always striking out You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half I don’t know how long my tolerance will last Any other would recover from the past But I’m a sore loser, yeah Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat I’m done playing the minor leagues I’m going to blow this ball park ‘Cause these cleats were made for walking, For walking sore I ain’t returning, I’m burning my uniform You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half I don’t know how long my tolerance will last Any other would recover from the past But I’m a sore loser, yeah Sore loser, I’m a sore loser Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat