Fair Game

Fair game when I light up

It's a hot night, and I'm a sun bug

I've got no shortage of brilliance

If you can catch me in a clear cup

Gloves off when you swell up

It's a hot night, and I'm a drill bug

Even up in a shadowbox

The blood's mine or the blood's lost

You can go outside on a hot night and clap

But you won't get your blood back

You can go outside on a hot night and clap

But you won't get your blood back

My heart in a good fight

To die hard and be light

Burns slow and shines bright

From behind a bowed frame

Boneless in the backyard

I bend well and suck hard

If a hickey is a trump card

It's the reflex of a fair game

You can go outside on a hot night and clap

But you won't get your blood back

You can go outside on a hot night and clap

But you won't get your blood back

You can go outside on a hot night and clap

But you won't get your blood back