Lyrics:

He's got a holster
Filled up with grief
I wouldn't want to cross his line
I'd end up underneath

He's got an angry look of action
Shoot off both your knees
His gun was smokin'
Recently pleased

You don't wanna cross wits
You better not try
You couldn't learn his limits
And you don't have the mind

Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight
Better learn to run
Winnin' days are done

Loser in a fight
Loser in the night
Better learn to run
Winnin' days are done

He's a thinker, you can see it
Sometimes the eyes don't lie
And if your head is empty
He'll make your body die

Don't need his aggravation
I'm better than the rest
You better shut up or stand up
'Cause soon will come the test

You don't wanna cross wits
You better not try
You couldn't learn his limits
And you don't have the mind

Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight
Better learn to run
Winnin' days are done

Loser in a fight
Loser in the night
Better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done
Done, done

This would be the one guy to ignore
If you wanna save your face
From hitting the floor
So now would be the right time

I wouldn't wanna cross wits
Better not try
You couldn't learn his limits
And you don't have the time

Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight
You better learn to run
Winnin' days are done

Loser in a fight
Loser in the night
Better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done

Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight
Better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done

Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight