You belong among the wild flowers
picked at the side of the road,
You belong among the silent hours
and broken telephones,
You belong among the TV screens
with sound turned down again,
You belong where there's CCTV
watching you every day,

Well you beautiful loser,
You beautiful lay,
You beautiful loser,
you're coming down the hard way,

You belong under electric lights
with the hand me down surrounds,
You belong out in the countryside
with your hands deep down in the ground,

Well you beautiful loser,
You beautiful lay,
You beautiful loser,
you're coming down the hard way,

Your brain is drip connected to the satellite,
Your heart is not a part of your brain,
Aesthetics and inventions
well they pass you by
And complicate your day

You belong sat on a motorbike
doing 161 in the rain,
50cc thru the wild life
getting trashed in the slow lane,

You beautiful loser,
You beautiful lay,
You beautiful loser
I said you're coming down the hard way