The Overdog

They want me to root for him

Because they expect him to win

That’s--

That’s what’s being implied

That I should get on the winning team

While there’s, like, still--

While it’s still clear

That they’re--

That he’s going to win

This entire situation

Is completely devoid

Of loyalty

Or of--of--belief--in

In him

In this guy

Or in anyone

Really

It’s all about making sure

You’re on top

When the bell rings

That’s all it is

And here’s me being like--

That’s not how I do things

That’s not what I’m about

I’m about the underdog

Not the fuckin’ uh--uh--

Overdog

Or whatever

I’m not about the easy bet

The sure thing

That’s repugnant to me

That’s against everything
I stand for

I want to find the guy

Who’s not gonna win

And give him a leg up

Not some chump

Who’s got everybody

Secretly, you know

Behind-the-scenes

Pulling the strings

And all that bullshit

No thanks

Shameless

All these people

They got no shame

You get on a bandwagon like that

The least you can

Is be discreet about it

Acting like it’s just

The smart thing to do

And yeah, I guess

In some respect

It is

Unless you’re bad at telling

When a winner’s luck

Is running out

Then you’re really

Up the fuckin’ creek, aren’t you?

Maybe I go the wrong way

Betting on a longshot
All the time

But I only need to win once

To win big

You’re putting all your money

On the sure things

And what kind of return
Are you lookin’ at for that?

I’ll sit right where I am

That’s what I keep telling everybody

I wasn’t raised

To go with the crowd

I saw the crowd take my old man

Right off a fuckin’ cliff

So I’ll stay where I am

Thank you very much

With the guy who doesn’t have

The silver spoon in his mouth
And Daddy’s money

In his pocket

The funny thing is--

Even with all that

Sometimes those guys

Still lose

Isn’t that crazy?

Every reason in the world

For them to walk away with the prize

All the time

Every time

And sometimes

They still can’t make it happen