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Win ugly

 

Win ugly


I win ugly

for some bloody reason

I win ugly

Life’s like footy

Playin into the wind


Some days you act like you wish it was over

Some days you get the word from the coach

& you take it in your stride

Though you know ur only D grade


Who thought you could play ruck rover

& play a ruddy blinder

Who thought you had it in ya?

Not even ur mother


Where did that come from?

For you to walk like a king

who knew you could sing?

About pawning ur weddin ring


When ur alone

You ain’t nothin but alone

Just don’t scam yourself

Though u can’t get any help


Yes I win ugly

I like it in the wet

Like a 10 year old boy

Drawing with a stick in the dirt

Go in hard & you don’t get hurt


But a wise man once scribbled

The hard is overcome by the soft

Like stone in water

Like watching a child’s first steps

One day in the sun

Feelin so privileged to have been there

How’d you get so lucky?

Ya win ugly

Ya win ugly

Ya win ugly


Worth the price of admission

To this valley of tears

Coz every now & then

Ya win ugly

Just let yourself melt

In the gifts of life when they come


Have the bloody scrap

But remember to smell the flowers

& win ugly

Win ugly


I thought I’d share a little of what I’ve seen

While I’m still kickin round

Inside this wild dream

What do I reckon?

You know Australians today are private

Each to their own

I respect that sure

But not if it becomes

Every man for themselves


Too many people take their own life

Too many people walk painfully alone

I need a mate

One who doesn’t always make me wait

When I’m in such pain

But they never pick up the phone

Coz I win ugly

It looks like I lose

But I win ugly somehow

You look confused?



Hey buddy back off

D’ja get them eyes for Christmas?


I win ugly

I win ugly

I win ugly

Just win ugly

Kicked out of the pub

For bein alone

Like wet weather footy

Full of mud & blood & bone

Just get the ball forward

Fot the sake of humanity

Just win ugly

Coz ur mum carried ya for 9 months

Inside her bloody tummy!





Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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