Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Prizefighters , by - Seam. Song from the album The Pace Is Glacial, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 28.09.1998
Record label: Touch and Go
Song language: English
The Prizefighters |
| If there is one thing I can’t forgive |
| It’s making me feel the weakest, and limp |
| I should’ve hit you like I meant it |
| But I can’t hear over those words |
| I’d knock you for that, and your eye’s going black |
| This kind of hate makes me sick |
| But I’m onto it, I’m onto it |
| My muscles are wasted, a useless red paste of it |
| Bluing the white in you, slapping your face with it |
| My hook softening, as I listen |
| To the hollow sound that’s drumming your ribs |
| I lose the grip on your neck |
| When it’s over, and you’re gone |
| I’m sitting and crying |
| This kind of hate makes me sick |
| But I’m onto it, I’m onto it |
| My muscles are wasted, a useless red paste of it |
| Bluing the white in you, slapping your face with it |
| What was that meaning, that breaking of skin |
| Have I proven it, have I proven it? |