I'm so weak and I'm so tired
It's hard for me to
Find enough strenght to feed the fires
That fuel my ego
And consequently all my pride has all but died
Which leaves me
Down on my knees
Back to the place I
Should of started from
[chorus:]
Been beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When your facedown
On the ground
I'm in last place
If I place at all
But there is hope for this Underdog!
That's the way, uh-uh, we like it
That's the way, uh-uh, we like it
You can call me the Underdog!
I'm in this race to win a prize
The odds againts me
The world has plans for my demise
What they don't see
Is that a winner is not judged by his small size
But by the subsitute he picks to run the race
And mine's already won
chorus
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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