Fucked and fought, I'm out for good Thinking thoughts that no one should Coins to call fall through gaps in the seats Heart that beats by the cracks in the streets Who's sorry now? Harder to see when the blood's in your brow Nowhere to be found Beating and fleeting breaking out of a vow Dying on a Saturday night One star away from throwing the fight Bought and sold, too good to be gold Fading out in the feeling of feeling so old Who's sorry now? Harder to see when the blood's in your brow Nowhere to be found Beating and fleeting breaking out of a vow Cut with windows smashed with bricks Fighting them off with stones and sticks A blade gone dull for better or worse Picked up a piece of a city's curse