The Champion - Mike Doughty, MC Frontalot, Laura Lee Bishop

The light of these amazing days

Shines from your face like a radiation

Erase the train of a dream state

Scratched clean of the complications

The fire falls

From your face

The noise of it all

The razor days

Days and days

The waves I’ve roamed

The skin of brine

The rise and bolts

The surface lime

The champion

The champion

The champion

The blue cats in the night pavilion

I put the stove on medium heat

The rudiment gaffes and fiascos

Jumping in the jump seat

The nightmare

The red stains

The

The rattle brained

The

The world ends there

The

The waving air

The champion

The champion

The champion

At the end of the brawl

You wear a busted lip

But it’s a custom fit

But keep adjusting it

Till it juts your soul from your silhouette

Your portraits in the fall of fame isn’t it

No

Then if it’s all the same

It took one screwdriver to install the blame

And now one plaque

Reads your name under champion of lost causes

Can’t be all pausing insisting in all righteousness

Knocking you over elevates you to the heights of bliss

This is you at your most cogent

Nothing left after explosion

(The Champion) The champion

The champion

The champion

The champion

(The champion)

(The champion)