The Dark Horse Songtext
von Grand March

They call me a dead loss
Some kind of a useless twit, a washout
And in the end, when bets are placed
I′ll remain the unexpected

The dark horse
After all, after all
The victory to the strong
After all
Tell me how you bet

They call me a dead loss
Some kind of a useless prick, a washout
And in the end, when crossing the final straight
I'll remain the unexpected

The dark horse
After all, after all
When you go for a ride
Is this worth another bet?


When the day goes by in slow motion
Then sometimes I hear ancient voices
They pull me apart
And slam me back
Two strikes are enough to put me at speed

The dark horse
After all, after all
The victory to the strong
After all
Tell me how you bet

You call me a dead beat
Some kind of a loser, a washout
And in the end

The dark horse
After all, after all
The greatest gamble in your life
After all
A bet for a lifetime