I pull my left hook hard again I hock my "right way" out and then I took the wrong way out again I feed it back and bleed a friend "Is it a fault that you try to pin On everyone that you've ever lost? Would you force it until it fits? Is it the blood rush that you love?" Now, I am stunted and blind Would I have made any other choice? I pull my left hook hard again I hock my "right way" out and then I took the wrong way out again I feed it back and bleed a friend I cut my loss as a good man does Tease it out until the feeling comes I cut as close as you know to look It's just as much what you know I took