Consulting With the Sinner

Every time I close my eyes I see the same damn thing,
Wishing I would have the gift to see what life will bring.

I am born to lose,
Don't wanna be a winner,
I am born to lose and I'm consulting with the sinner.

All together I'm doing fine,
I never ask for much,
I'll settle with a pack of smokes and a bottle of scotch.
Not since I was a small boy have I felt so fucking free,
Nothing seems to go my way but it doesn't bother me.