You Should've Seen the Other Guy

We get out of this fight

You gonna help me wrap my hands

Stitching up my eyes

You know that blood can blind

And them was big old boys

Had fists like cinder and stone

I dodge a blade on the dime

And they was out to cut my throat

It's a lot, it's a mark, they're gonna press down on you

It's a haze on my head, must've been hit too hard, off guard

I think I'm gonna be it tonight

If there's one way out

It's to swing my way through the crowd

Is there a blanket of pain

That I can wrap up in?

You've got a hold of me now

Hey, that's a helluva grip

And I admit I was tanked

And you could say I was pissing gin

It's hard to see even if I close my eyes

It's fifteen degrees; I'm gonna sleep outside

'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride

I'm busted, laid up and dry

Oh, oh

Ah, ah, oh

Ah, ah, oh

Ah, ah, oh