Lyrics:

He's got a holster
Filled up with grief
I wouldn't wanna cross his line
I'd end up underneath
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
You better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done
Loser in a fight
Loser in a life
Better learn to run
Your 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

I 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
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
Your winnin' days are done
Loser in a fight
Loser in a life
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 life
Better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done
Loser in a fight
Loser in a life
Better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done
Loser in a fight
Loser in a life
You better learn to run
Your winnin' days are done
Loser in a fight
Loser in a fight