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One Hell of a Prize Fighter
作詞：Keith Barney, Kenneth Floyd, James Stephen Hart, Mick Morris, Brandan Sebastian Schieppati
And I can't see why you're crying loud
Right down the street you're walking proud
You fiend, you crave you're tripping now
So in the street you're lying down
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
The sun strikes back, breathing
To burn you down, melting
And in your room, wasted
You're in full bloom
I told you you're going down
I told you you're going down
I told you you're going down
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But I told you you're going down
You spit a mouthful of lies
Another spirit dies
I'm gonna soften you up
You spit a mouthful of lies
I cut you under the eyes
You're just here for the serving
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick
Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick
[Incomprehensible]
Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick
Well, here's your misery
Bite down and grind your teeth away
Well, here's your misery
Won't live to breath another day
Well, here's your misery
Bite down and grind your teeth away
Well, here's your misery
Won't live to breath another day
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you in your river
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you in your river
I told you right from the start
I had to settle the score
You were gonna get it
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
My fist made the connection
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
Your pain will be my infliction
You came to me in acid bath come clean
You fucking junkie I'm gonna throw you away
You came to me in acid bath come clean
You fucking sellout I'm gonna put you away
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
My fist made the connection
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
Your pain will be my infliction
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