Casting shame upon the malefactors is dilution of all their foul play Also-rans begrudge the titleholder If you don't cheat you're destined to fail Dreamers spend their fortunes before they wake Underdogs become impostors for the accolades Gracious smile now shakes the hand of triumph Clean your wounds and head on to brood despair It's hard to breathe staring at your blue ribbon on the mantle of another's lair Dreamers spend their fortunes before they wake Underdogs become impostors for the accolades I want to taste redemption before my wake Gotta be the titleholder before I hit my grave Green in the eyes of the hungry Green pockets of the great Green is the vain imposter Green grass above my grave