Underdog

I am so weak and I'm so tired It's hard for me to Find enough strength to Feed the fires That fuel my ego And consequently all my pride Has all but died Which leaves me Down on my knees Back to the place I Should have started from Been beat up Been broken down Nowhere but up When you're face down On the ground I'm in last place If I place at all But there's hope for this underdog! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! You can call me the underdog I'm in this race to win a prize The odds against me The world has plans for my demise What they don't see is That a winner is not judged By his small size But by the Substitute he picks to Run the race And mine's already won Been beat up Been broken down Nowhere but up When you're face down On the ground I'm in last place If I place at all But there's hope for this underdog! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! Spoken: Underdog, I wince every time I say the word Especially in connection with Jesus Yet, as I read the birth stories about Jesus (I've got freedom, I've got freedom) I cannot help but conclude that although the world may be tilted towards the rich and the powerful God, hallelujah, in the prophecy Is still the Lord behind us all That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! That's the way That's the way Uh-huh, we like it! That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! We like it!