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When we get out of this fight, You're gonna help me wrap my hands A-stichin' up my eyes, you know that blood can blind And them was big ol' 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 hit tonight, If there's one way out, it's to swing my way through the crowd. Is there a blanket of pain that I can wrap up in? You got a hold of me now, hey that's a hell of a grin And I admit I was tanked, and you could say I was piss and gin It's hard to see even if I close my eyes It's fifteen degrees, I'm gonna sleep outside Cuz' I got no way to feel, and no way to write I'm busted, laid up, and dry. (Thanks to jonny tightlips for these lyrics) From Letras Mania