Underdogs sitting on a mainstream bar,
Their heads hang low enough to kiss the floor
Fading stars on their eyes, dust in their hands
Underdogs
Underdogs growling for a piece of meat,
they fall, they stand, fall again, and pretend it’s clear
Sharpened teeth hunting all the VIPs
Underdogs
Underestimation is your curse, man
Between the king and the queen, you’re just the bastard
The rising underdogs, tired of being overlooked.
Mama did raise a fool, but now that fool bites,
gimme the underdog, I’ll let you choose side,
'cause when you’re an outcast, fitting never works.
Underestimation is your curse, man
Between the king and the queen, you’re just the bastard
The rising underdogs, tired of being overlooked.
Mama did raise a fool, but now that fool bites,
gimme the underdog, I’ll let you choose side,
cause when you’re an outcast, fitting never works.
No, it never works, it never worked.
We are the hard dogs, we’re the war dogs,
unexpected winner, booed before,
pedigree is on our voices and our guitars.
We are the hard dogs, we’re the war dogs,
unexpected winner, booed before,
pedigree is on our voices and our guitars.
We come from Rock and we go where music takes us, we are Whiskey Lies and we’ve been on this journey for half a decade.
We glean the legacy of the 70’s and we imbue it with the age we’re living in: Soul, Funk and our desire to dance.
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022