Triumph

Straight out middle of the road

So fast you're brain wouldn't load

But no more talking on my thoughts

Time to turn it up

Hes an actor, he could be a king

He's rich and he's poor

He could be anything

He ain't all that tough but

He ain't that rough

But he'll triumph, yes, he'll triumph

And he'll triumph, where is your love

He don't care about his hair

He don't care about his clothes

They'll probably feel it

Through his bones, time to turn it up

The daily hunt makes David bread

Sometimes he wishes he was dead

Still probably feel it through his bones

Its time to turn it up

And he'll triumph, yes, he'll triumph

And he'll triumph, where is your

Where is your love

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

Triumph

Triumph

Triumph

Tri-uh-uh-umph

He don't care about his hair

He don't care about his clothes

They'll probably feel it

Through his bones, time to turn it up

Straight out, middle of the road

So fast you're brain wouldn't load

But no more talking on my thoughts

Time to turn it up

And he'll triumph

Yes, he'll triumph

And he'll triumph

Where is your love

Triumph

Triumph

Triumph

Where is the

Where is the love

Triumph

Tri-uh-umph

Triumph

Tri-uh-uh-uhmph

Triumph

Triumph

Triumph

Tri-uh-uh-umph

Tri-uh-uh-umph

Tri-uh-uh-umph