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I had a rough night to cap off a rough weekI woke up spitting blood and a couple of teethA blurry left eye makes the world sort of spinAnd my swollen right hand ain't got no more skinThere's cash in my pocket, I paid half a grandI'm the bare-knuckles man, I'm the bare knuckles manNo robe for my shoulders, no belt for my waistJust the drunks and the bookies, one more bloody faceAt the old standing warehouse at the end of the dockThey'll let you inside if you know the right knockNo shirt on my back, no gloves on my handI'm the bare knuckles man, I'm the bare knuckles manIt used to be different, it used to be cleanWith a trainer in a corner and a real refereeBut there ain't no points now, and there ain't no roundsI beat and I break until someone falls downWell, there's my story, that's how it goesA broken old man with a broken old noseMy footwork is slipping and I can't see too wellBut my right hook still sends them to the gates of hellI still got the lighting, my race isn't ranI'm the bare knuckles man, I'm the bare knuckles man From Letras Mania