Testo Suckerpunch Pain American Band
Keeping the faith that Iâve got what it takes.
Deride my pride but Iâll be alright.
Iâve got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it
And Iâll scrape by.
I have seen this on some episode
Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow
Rerun in my mind a thousand times
Though I forget the channel.
But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water
The champâs right hook changing my good side to bad.
Too late to make a run for the van
The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan
I can see the referee wants to go home
(homeyâs got a wife and family)
And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke
(Headline news in next dayâs sportspage.)
With every second that goes by
I donât mind my swollen eyes.
âCause I bet on myself and Iâm making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks Iâm dying
But Iâve got a nest egg thatâs hatching in the final round.
And as I fall to the floor I donât feel so hardcore
My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girlâs caboose
My boys in the corner are pensive and somber
And Father OâReilly is crossing himself more and more
I can see the referee want to go home
(Homeyâs got a wife and family)
And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke
(Headline news in next dayâs sportspage).
âCause I bet on myself and Iâm making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks Iâm dying
But Iâve got a nest egg thatâs hatching in the final round.
And the room spins round and roundâ¦
The victory partyâs at my place
After my loss and my disgrace.
âCause I bet on myself and Iâm making a killing.
My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
My bookie is crying, my wife thinks Iâm dying
But Iâve got a nest egg thatâs hatching in the final round.
You shouldâve never come back.