Album: First Cigarette
Orphans and renegades
Rednecks and trucker shades
Loners on holidays
Old men chasin' glory days
Young lovers with broken hearts
Old soldiers missin' parts
Yeah, we all got battle scars
Maybe that makes us who we are
We are — we are
We are the underdogs
We are — we are
We are the underdogs
We may fall behind
But we rise, we climb
And we shine like broken stars
We are — we are
We are the underdogs, yeah
We’re just a little outside the gates
Fall down seven, get up eights
Makers of great mistakes
Lovers of what others hate
Big gloves on feather weights
You’ll be surprised at the punch we take
We bend, we bruise, but we never break
We are — we are
We are the underdogs
We are — we are
We are the underdogs
We may fall behind
But we rise, we climb
And we shine like broken stars
We are — we are
We are the underdogs, yeah