Lyrics
Million
little
faces
staring
at
you
Put
your
hands
in
your
pockets
pull
out
a
coin
or
two
Get
back
to
the
job
of
the
day
Which
is
all
about
winning
you're
gonna
lose
anyway
Winning
I'm
winning
winning
I
******
I'm
winning
I'm
winning
There's
a
thing
and
it's
called
thief
And
they're
mistaken
in
their
belief
That
possession
is
everything
and
I'm
going
to
win
And
there's
the
friendly
old
state
police
Who's
job
it
is
to
keep
the
peace
And
I
don't
know
how
they're
gonna
do
it
They
talk
about
winning
they're
gonna
break
it
Winning
I'm
winning
now
I've
******
I'm
winning
I'm
winning
And
sometimes
there's
a
choice
to
make
Round
abouts
and
swings
aren't
my
favorite
things
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