LYRICS
作曲 : Spoken Word
Unlike most of the others in the press box
We didn't give a who and hell what was happening on the tract
We'd come to watch the real beast before him
When the crowds stood to face the flag and see my old Kentucky home
Statement face the crowds and sketches frantically
Thousands of raving stumbling drunks getting angrier and angrier
As they lose more and more money
It was a face I have seen in thousands times in every Derby I've been to
I saw it in my head as the make of Whisky gentry
The inevitable result of too much inbreeding