Anthem Songtext
von Smith & Pyle

I′m old and bitter
But, I'll be just fine
Wake up tomorrow
Race against time

Better than some
Worser than most
Now, lift up your glasses
Give this ole girl a toast


Cause I′m givin up
Raise the white towel
Got nuthin to loose now
I'm gonna howl
To the moon, and my exes,
Old bosses, and such
To Jesus, my daughter,
It don't matter much
Cause I′m done competin
I′m finished with livin
At odds with my skin, thighs,
Butt, and other women
One less in the race
Just an easy, lovin place
To sit down
Oh