One Hell Of A Prize Fighter — текст песни (Eighteen Visions)

And I can`t see why you`re cryin loud.
Right down the street you`re walking proud.
You fiend. You crave.
You`re trippin now.
So in the street you`re lyin down.
Wasted down on the couch.
Wasted now you`re in doubt.
The sun strikes back.
Breathing.
To burn you down.
Melting.
And in your room.
Wasted.
You`re in full bloom.
And I told you. . .you`re goin down.
You spit a mouthful of lies.
Another spirit dies.
I`m gonna soften you up.
You spit a moutful of lies.
I cut you under the eyes.
You`re just here for the serving.
Wasted down on the couch.
Wasted now you`re in doubt.
Scatter brained and hopeless,
you`re so godless and sick.
Well here`s your misery.
Bite down and grind your teeth away.
Well here`s your misery.
Won`t live to breath another day.
And I watch you sleep in your river.
I told you right from the start.
I had to settle the score.
You were gonna get it.
I think you spoke too soon.
It`s time to lick your wounds.
My fist made the connection.
I think you spoke too soon.
It`s time to lick your wounds.
Your pain will be my infliction.
You came to me in acid bath.
Come clean.
You fucking junkie.
I`m gonna throw you away.
You came to me in acid bath.
Come clean.
You fucking sellout.
I`m gonna put you away.
I think you spoke too soon.
It`s time to lick your wounds.
My fist made the connection.
I think you spoke too soon.
It`s time to lick your wounds.
Your pain will be my infliction.