Interpret:

Dog Eat Dog

Album:

Play Games

You tried out for the high school team
 So you would have some childhood dreams
 That you and your father could share
 Football coach said you're too small
 Don't even think of basketball
 You knew you were destined to fail 
Went to the track meet
 You wanna be an athlete (sore loser)
 Get back in your seat they said
 Go to the dugout
 Three strikes you stuck out (sore loser)
 And home runs flew over your head 


Looking down on rock n' roll
 And you dreamed of scoring goals
 You're saving those dreams for your bed
 Thought it was cool to be a jock
 You ended up a rent-a-cop
 A dozen donuts in your hand 


You're a loser
 A sore loser 


Now it seems the tables turned
 The game of life you should have learned
 So try using some of your brains
 All your high school friends are stars
 Driving really fancy cars
 The irony drives you insane