Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
Sananda Maitreya
‘Cause I’m the king of the silver medal
No matter how fast I pedal
Travelling at the speed of my own thoughts
Thinking about the races that I’ve lost
Over mountains and the pouring rains
Through the valleys and the alleys of the fruited plains
Because I’m the king of the silver medal
No matter how fast I pedal
Samples of my blood have all been screened
I’ve won nothing but I’m always clean
I will get the gold eventually
But until I win a race
This is what I’ll be
‘Cause I’m the king of the silver medal
No matter how fast I pedal
Cycles come and cycles always go
I’m a cyclist and this is what I know
The Tour de France is calling out my name
And I will scandalize them all
By stepping up my game
‘Cause I’m the king of the silver medal
No matter how fast I pedal