Woorden: The Perishers. Victorious.

We drove fast, I came home
On a Sunday close to midnight
For I needed time alone

In the car that same day
I had heard your ego talking
I could tell you'd be okay

Victorious, victorious
We could be victorious
Once again victorious

You keep running, tempting fate
Still not old but growing older
On your way but running late

You know me I'll be fine
Life is short I know the feeling
Just call me if you change your mind

Victorious, victorious
We could be victorious
Once again victorious

Victorious, victorious
We could be victorious
Once again victorious

Victorious, victorious
We could be victorious
Once again victorious

Victorious, victorious
We could be victorious
Once again victorious
One last time victorious
Then never again victorious