We get out of this fight You gonna help me with wrap my hands With stitching up my eyes You know that blood can blind And then this big old boys Had fists like cinder and stone I dodge a blade on the dime And they were 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 it 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've got a hold of me now Hey, that's a hell of a grip And I admit I was tanked And you could say I was pissing gin It's hard to see even if I close my eyes It's 15 degrees, I'm gonna sleep outside 'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride I'm busted laid up and dry Hey ey ah, oah oh oh Hey ey ah, oah oh oh Hey ey ah, oah oh oh Good evening everybody Patrick Meese and Joseph Pope We were once called The Wheel And we're still here Thank you guys