Sangtekst: The Rolling Stones. Winning Ugly.

I wanna be on top
Forever on the up and damn the competition
I never play it fair, I never turn a hair
Just like the politicians

I wrap my conscience up
I wanna win that cup and get my money, baby
But, back in the dressing room the other side is weeping
And we're winning, winning ugly

And we're heading for the heartbreak, heading for the blues
I will not act unkind. I will not be so blind
I will not walk so proud, come down from of my cloud
How can I live my life this way?

Beauty is staring me in the face, ain't that the truth
Ain't that the truth -- hold on, c'mon girl. Look out for #1
My country right or worng, let the devil take the hindmost
I was brought up to cheat so long as the referee wasn't looking
I'm never wrong at all. I always fight the call
I don't admit it but back in the dressing room the other side is screaming
And we're winning, winning ugly...