The loser

The loser, he must leave The clock has struck zero Whatever he might have been He is no longer a hero His mind is in the gutter In him, stick a fork Bye bye creep The governor of New York

Judgement

Kicked, then again when they were down Now standing, upright though weakened They come for judgement They require justice And you demand they don't You fool

One

One It can represent many things Loneliness; there's no one for me A champion; we're number one An anniversary; one year ago today An age; 1-year-old A digit; just one The end of a line; the last one left What one is today may not be tomorrow