Better Class of Losers

[Verse 1] I'm gettin' out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seem to be And these high class friends that you like to hang around When they look my way they're always looking down And I'm tired of you spending every dime I make To finance this way of life I've learned to hate [Chorus] I'm going back to a better class of losers This up-town living's really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And they buy their coffee beans already ground And you think it's disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine [Verse 2] You said the grass was greener on the other side But from where I stand I can't see grass at all And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel And it takes more than caviar to have a ball [Chorus] [Outro] Yes a better class of loser, just suits me fine