Michael Trent - The Winner Lyrics
Well I'm going through the motionsSeems it happens every night of every weekWell it's an ever running cycleAnd the chance of breakin out of it seems weakWell my mind becomes a freight trainAnd it never lets me get no decent sleepOhWell my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot changeAnd my heart it starts a poundingMessing up the way the blood goes through my veinsOhI never dream of nothin pleasantI'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stageWell the west coast was a desertAnd New York City blackSo I spent some time in CarolineTo make my money backThere's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the seaAnd if that ones for the winner, this one must be for meOhWell there's this busy little cornerHalf a mile down the road from where I liveWhere all these beautiful womenWork the sidewalk with a little take and giveOh it's like an escalator walkwayI just mind my own biz and make sure my money's hidWell I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day when he gets done from workHe asks for Georgia cuz she's special,She reminds him he's a man and he has worthOh but I don't judge him cuz he's honestWhich is more'n I can say I've been since birthOhWell the west coast was a desertAnd New York City blackSo I spent some time in CarolineTo make my money backThere's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the seaAnd if that ones for the winner, this one must be for meSo if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the darkYou leave a cartoon-colored legacy or a common watermarkWe always back the underdog because he's the only one we trustAnd if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us
