Song for the underdog
The singing loins
Praise be the lovely completely un-savvy,
Believers and lovers, dumbfounded by politics.
Blundering truthfully, stumbling with dignity,
Crying when needs be, but fighting for their right to be.
Believers and lovers, dumbfounded by politics.
Blundering truthfully, stumbling with dignity,
Crying when needs be, but fighting for their right to be.
The folk that I speak to ain't got the old school tie,
The folk that will hear me mightn't recognise a lie.
Vict'ries helped no man consider his fellow.
Maybe the failures gain more than you think that you know, don't you know!
Praise be the luckless, the low and frustrated,
Devoted and loyal, without no agenda.
Blind to the nods and winks, nothing falls in their lap.
Not knowing or caring of life's age old handicap.
The folk that I speak to ain't them that's connected,
The folk that will hear me ain't over protected.
Them that is laughed at ain't always the fool,
And the malice of circumstance will overrule
us again. As ever, ever!
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