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
