I¡¯m sick of only making peanuts.
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I¡¯m sick of stale sandwich bread.
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I¡¯ve got a plan to make it better
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And it begins with a simple punch to my head.
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Another count and I¡¯m down but I¡¯m wearing him down.
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Keeping the faith that I¡¯ve got what it takes.
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Deride my pride but I¡¯ll be alright.
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I¡¯ve got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it
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And I¡¯ll scrape by.
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I have seen this on some episode
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Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow
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Rerun in my mind a thousand times
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Though I forget the channel.
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But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water
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The champ¡¯s right hook changing my good side to bad.
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Too late to make a run for the van
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The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan
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I can see the referee wants to go home
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(homey¡¯s got a wife and family)
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And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke
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(Headline news in next day¡¯s sportspage.)
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With every second that goes by
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I don¡¯t mind my swollen eyes.
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¡®Cause I bet on myself and I¡¯m making a killing.
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My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
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My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I¡¯m dying
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But I¡¯ve got a nest egg that¡¯s hatching in the final round.
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And as I fall to the floor I don¡¯t feel so hardcore
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My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl¡¯s caboose
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My boys in the corner are pensive and somber
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And Father O¡¯Reilly is crossing himself more and more
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I can see the referee want to go home
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(Homey¡¯s got a wife and family)
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And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke
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(Headline news in next day¡¯s sportspage).
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¡®Cause I bet on myself and I¡¯m making a killing.
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My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
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My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I¡¯m dying
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But I¡¯ve got a nest egg that¡¯s hatching in the final round.
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And the room spins round and round¡¦
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The victory party¡¯s at my place
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After my loss and my disgrace.
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¡®Cause I bet on myself and I¡¯m making a killing.
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My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.
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My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I¡¯m dying
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But I¡¯ve got a nest egg that¡¯s hatching in the final round.
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You should¡¯ve never come back.
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Suckerpunch
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Pain (American Band) |