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We get out of this fightYou gonna help me wrap my handsStitching up my eyesYou know blood can blindAnd them was big old boysHad fists like cinder and stoneI dodge a blade on the dimeAnd they was out to cut my throatIt's a lot, It's a mark they're gonna press down on youIt's a haze on my head, must've been hit too hard, off guardI think I'm gonna be it tonightIf there's one way out It's to swing my way through the crowdIs there a blanket of painThat I can wrap up inYou've got a hold of me nowHey that's a helluva gripAnd I admit I was tankedAnd you could say I was pissing ginIt's hard to see even if I close my eyesIt's fifteen degrees I'm gonna sleep outsideCos I got no way to feel and no way to rideI'm busted laid up and dry From Letras Mania