you should've seen the other guy

we get out of this fight

you gonna help me wrap my hands

stitching up my eyes

you know blood can blind

and them was big old boys

had fists like cinder and stone

i dodge a blade on the dime

and they was out to cut my throat

it's a lot

it's a mark they're gonna press down on you

it's a haze on my head

must've been hit too hard

off guard

i think i'm gonna be it tonight

if there's one way out

it's to swing my way through the crowd

is there a blanket of pain

that i can wrap up in

you've got a hold of me now

hey that's a helluva grip

and i admit i was tanked

and you could say i was pissing gin

it's hard to see even if i close my eyes

it's fifteen degrees i'm gonna sleep outside

cos i got no way to feel and no way to ride

i'm busted laid up and dry