A Winner Needs A Wand Lyrics

Like it's killing me
It's kidding me around
This bite, you bit on me
You put on me a gownThat fits me like a quarter door
That hits me like a sound
It's like you shut on me
Or shouldn't be aroundLike the fennel seed
The funny gene you found
I like the man-o-weeds
The man-o-wars aboundThat fits me like a quarter door
That hits me like a sound
I might just win a war
A matador aroundThere's still nothing I can say to change
My news for you
There's still nothing, you can do to exchange
My dues to youLike you fit on me
To bit on me a bound
This life that's shut on me

That shouldn't be the groundsTo emulate an epicene
To elevate a sound
This life, a winner needs
A winner needs a wandNever want to blame you
Bound you, blame me
Never want the blame you boundNever want to blame you
Bound me, blame you
Never want the fame you foundAnd where's the same
And where's the strong
And where's the guard
And where's the one who tries to make you?