Text písně Eighteen Visions: One Hell Of A Prize Fighter

One Hell Of A Prize Fighter


And I can't see why you're cryin loud
Right down the street you're walking proud
You fiend You crave
You're trippin now
So in the street you're lyin down
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
And I told you you're goin down
You spit a mouthful of lies
Another spirit dies
I'm gonna soften you up
You spit a moutful 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
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
And I watch you sleep 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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