We get out of this fight You gonna help me wrap my hands Stitching up my eyes You know that blood can blind And them was big old boys Had fists like cinder and stone I dodge a blade on the dime And they was 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 hit 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