The underdogs keep running after shining motorbikes - trying to keep up while they look back and laugh; we're so tired of dragging our hearts. It's the chrome and the steel, and all the power that we wanna feel; so when we catch them we will rip them apart 'cos it's no more than they did to us.
We've been waiting so long, we know just what we want: we will cheat and we'll rob, 'cos we are the underdogs. We are the underdogs.
The underdogs, we've had too much shit kicked in our lives to stop us howling at the moon through the night - if it keeps them up then that's alright. To be bitter and alone is such a dirty little job, we're jaded to our brittle bones. 'Cos we are the underdogs, yes we are the underdogs.
The underdogs, we are the underdogs,
The underdogs, we are the underdogs...