Know I'm still alive because I'm bleeding
Nine lives and three sheets to the wind
The story goes our hero boasts little more than a theory in it's death throes
No solace found in what I put to ground, but I'm stronger than you know I am
This race is fixed, just so you know Ready, steady, ante-up, one your mark, GO!
And I know how this cat's gonna go: wrong way, full tilt, with his eyes closed
Reckon the wreckage and reap what's left, pay no mind, be resigned to some fine print
There's no guarantor of right Every norm we know is spite
Tempered by my fair resolve, the safest bet's on the writer and those who never flinched
So c'mon, c'mon, and let's
Raise the stakes 'cause I'm a contender and I'm swingin'
Raise our glasses here's to the quitters Thanks for giving up
And I couldn't give a damn who's happy now citing law as right from the top on down
Do you only ever tire when you hit the ground?
I feel it I feel my rage a thousand different ways
Which one dare you tempt now?
Big winner, Mr Knowtail Breastplate and charter, back to the wall
Still paper, and they've killed for less What's that they say about hedged bets?
Bulls and hammers made good neighbours if you make 'em
Slings and arrows fight for ploughshares, when they need 'em most
Embrace the crimson, broad, recoiling rage; the indignity and strife
Don't deny what humanity exists in knee-jerk contentions of right
Don't we ever recall discomfort?
Don't dare ever settle for parchment or other such patrons of bloodless guile
Feast your eyes: it's not where I lay my head, but how I sleep at night