You are used
To mopping blood where you expected just a bruise

And you find
That somehow your concussion-addled mind
Can still come out with things like, ‘get behind me now’

Blink if you hear me
Crack open the champagne
You’re still celebrating life
If you can focus on the pain

Because you took too many beatings
Put yourself in someone’s place
And you split your eyebrows thrice
Caught one too many to the face
Despite the fact you skip a word sometimes
There ent a fight that could erase
Your nerve

[instrumental]
[solo]

[coda]