Come a little closer tell me what you need it’s a mother of a deal Got a pocket full of power, a promise up my sleeve and I know just how you feel So gimme your hand, let me take you to the river, no one is around Do you wanna see a trick, I can walk on water, I can show you how But when I do, you gotta promise that you won’t go runnin’ for the hills, So do you wanna know?

When I’m drowning in blood I keep swinging. When I’m down in the mud I keep singing And I’m starting to feel so much better This is how you play the game

I am the patron saint of making bad decisions, it’s been long enough to know I got a penchant for the masochistic, prefer the taste of the pessimistic. And I don’t think I’m ever gonna be the kinda man I wanted me to be But I can scrap with the best of ‘em yeah, I can out bleed the rest of ‘em And when I do, I really do I really do I really do so I think I wanna go home Yeah I do, yeah I do, I really do I really do I think I wanna go home

When I’m drowning in blood I keep swinging. With my hands full of mud, I keep slinging it. I’m starting to feel so much better This is how we play the game

Sunken eyes don’t radiate The way they did in Ninety Eight These tired songs don’t resonate They never did much anyway still, I feel them in my bones and I thought that you might like to know that I still function

Sell yourself Everything is gonna be much better now Sell yourself Everything you build could be much bigger now So ring those bells Just another pound of flesh might do it Just sell yourself Sell! Sell! Sell!