Yeah all the winners are. Saints like you - or hypocrites like me Or heroes like you - or witnesses like me Or judges like you - or suspects like me Or rebels like you - or fat civils like me All in a line all eyes turned up to see if the winners are. Fighters like you - or dead meat like me Or butchers like you - or buyers like me Or actors like you - or salesmen like me Or guerillas like you - or soap fans like me It's so red that it has to be brown March, you march and your faith is strong But I was there when it all went wrong