You gonna help me wrap my hands
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
must've been hit too hard, off guard
I think I'm gonna be it tonight
It's to swing my way through
Is there a blanket of pain
You've got a hold of me now
Hey that's a helluva grip
And you could say I was pissing gin
It's hard to see even if I
Cos I got no way to feel and
