| You can blame it on my pride or the spell that I’m under
|
| I get to fight with the lightning, talk back to the thunder
|
| I want more wind in this tornado cause it isn’t moving fast enough yet
|
| Gonna burn this temple to the ground once I have the fuses set
|
| But after the fight is over will I talk so tough
|
| Will I run for cover after the gloves come off
|
| Yeah when the black eye lingers will I stand my ground
|
| Return my fists to fingers after the final round
|
| I have a hand full of feathers and blood stains on my skin
|
| Is there an angel left to wrestle, white horses they haven’t broken in
|
| I get up from the canvas swinging like I think I might just win
|
| And we go around and round and round and round again
|
| After the fight is over will I talk so tough
|
| Will I run for cover after the gloves come off
|
| Yeah when the black eye lingers will I stand my ground
|
| Return my fists to fingers after the final round
|
| Will walking be a reminder of punches I let by
|
| Will walking be a reminder of punches I let by
|
| I let by
|
| Another thorn in my side
|
| I let by
|
| After the fight is over will I talk so tough
|
| Will I run for cover
|
| After the fight is over will I talk so tough
|
| Will I run for cover after the gloves come off
|
| Yeah when the black eye lingers will I stand my ground
|
| Return my fists to fingers after the final round
|
| Will I get by
|
| I let by |