The Last Fight

Time feels like I've been back in jail

Like when I was doing time or in the can

Spend all night on a bended knee

Just to beg for something to believe

Left home with a pack of clothes

Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight

No giving, no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

Time heals all of the burned out bridges

Just filled with nothing more than misery

I wear the mask of the embattled son

Trying to beg for something to believe

I left home with a pack of clothes

Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight

No giving, no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

Break the chains of featherweights and giants

With distain for everlasting liars

They're afraid when we spit out the fire

And start living, living, living my friend

Who will answer my prayers?

Who will answer my prayers?

This fight could be the last fight

No giving, no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

This fight could be the last fight

No giving, no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

This fight could be the last fight

No giving, no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery