I'm getting 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 seems to be

And these high-class friends that you like to hang around
When they look my way they're always looking down
I'm tired of 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 loser
This up-town living's really got me down
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
And who buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine

You say the grass is greener on the other side
From where I stand I can't see grass at all
And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel
It takes more than caviar to have a ball

(repeat chorus)

You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine

• 1982
• An Old Pair of Shoes
• Before You Kill Us All
• Better Class of Loser
• Diggin' up Bones
• Easy to Love You
• Forever & Ever Amen
• Gonna Walk That Line
• Good Intentions
• Hard Rock Bottom of Your Heart
• He Walked on Water
• Heroes & Friends
• Honky Tonk Side of Town
• Honky-tonk Moon
• I Told You So
• I Won't Need You Anymore
• I'd Do It All Again With You
• If I Didn't Have You
• It's Just a Matter of Time
• Look Heart, No Hands
• Out of My Bones
• Point of Light
• Reasons I Cheat
• Send My Body Home on a Freight Train
• Smokin' The Hive
• Somewhere in My Broken Heart
• The Box
• The Hole
• The Storms of Life
• The Truth is Lyin' Next to You
• Too Gone, Too Long
• Walk Your Own Road
• Whisper My Name