To the Victor [Rock Version] - REALLY Good Music

COPYRIGHT FREE! A working man's rock anthem based on the Biblical principles of hard work, value, and meaning. This song is free to enjoy and use as long as you credit this channel if you use it monetarily. Lyrics: [Chorus] To the victor go the spoils, It's as true as true can be. They all want the easy gold, But nothing's really free. If any will not work, Neither may he eat. Wars aren't won, By those afraid to bleed. [Verse 1] They say God is love, And think that means He's soft, But He's not just a dove, He's willing to pay the cost. Good love don't come easy, It's sacrifice and loss, God's love cost Him greatly, When His son died on a cross. [Chorus] But to the victor go the spoils. It's as true as true can be. They all want the easy gold, But nothing's really free. If any will not work, Neither may he eat. Wars aren't won, By those afraid to bleed. [Verse 2] Back in the beginning, In the garden of perfection, God gave man a living, Gave him work and dominion. There's nothing worth doing That doesn't cost a price. If you try to avoid paying, Your bliss will not suffice. [Chorus] To the victor go the spoils. It's as true as true can be. They all want the easy gold, But nothing's really free. If any will not work, Neither may he eat. Wars aren't won, By those afraid to bleed. [Verse 3] One man lives his life, Seeking comfort and ease, Finds emptiness and lies, Don't know what life even means. Another man lives his life, Seeking purpose and honor, He finds work and strife, But he has success and valor. [Chorus] To the victor go the spoils. It's as true as true can be. They all want the easy gold, But nothing's really free. If any will not work, Neither may he eat. Wars aren't won, By those afraid to bleed. [Bridge] Let the thief no longer steal, But let him labor with his hands. hands. Go to the ant, oh sluggard, Think and be a wise man. A slack hand causes poverty. But diligence makes one rich. Learn the Maker's recipe, Plant the field, chop the wood, dig the ditch. [Chorus] To the victor go the spoils. It's as true as true can be. They all want the easy gold, But nothing's really free. If any will not work, Neither may he eat. Wars aren't won, By those afraid to bleed.