Serge Bielanko - Head On lyrics

What kind of end of the line Dark horse runnin' me down from behind Saw me celebrating at the finishing line Put me in second place? Now I'm watchin' him on victory line Lookin' at his eyes for the very first time And somethin' there about 'em reminds me of mine Beaten at my own game I can't tell you how that feels Oooh, now I can't go home So I lap the vacant speedway At a pace of my own The checkered flag's been folded And the fans have all gone Just me and my mistake Well I'm a delicate dish Sadly fallen victim to the Tablecloth trick And out from underneath me The bottom went quick I'll have another day So get 'em up you Dick Trickle!