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


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