We get out of this fight
You gonna help me wrap my hands
Stitching up my eyes
You know that 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

[Instrumental break]

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

'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride
I'm busted, laid up and dry

Oh, oh
Ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, oh