Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall
Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless
You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall
Can't face the world sober and dopeless
You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked
Well, let me just say you're correct
Angel Dust: Wait, what?
Husk: You're a loser, baby
A loser, goddamn baby
You're a fucked up little whiny bitch
Angel Dust: Hey!
Husk: You're a loser, just like me
Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole.
Husk: You're a screw's-loose-boozer
An only one-star reviews-er
You're a power-bottom at rock bottom
But you got company
Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?
Husk: There was a time I thought no one could relate
To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged
But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!
We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich
Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak
Husk: Haha! And you think that makes you unique?
Get outta here, man!
We're both losers, baby
We're losers, it's okay to be a—
Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?
Husk: Baby, that's fine by me
Angel Dust: I'm a loser, honey
A schmoozer and a dummy
But at least I know I'm not alone
Husk: You're a loser
Both: Just like me
Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin'
Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find
Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!
Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower
Husk: I sold my soul to save my power
Now I'm on that demon's leash
Both: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour
Angel Dust: You're a loser, baby
Husk: A loser, but just maybe if we
Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently
Husk: It's time to lose your self-loathin'
Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby
Play your card, be who you are
Both: A loser, just like...mee....
Demon: There he is! They're fucking singing?
