I know you got your pride and your prose tucked like just a tommy gun, somewhere in the smoke, just in case you need it son. I heard it's been a ride rougher than the last one, what'd you used to say? Oh, the harder they come... But he, he swears he's praying for a good time and he, he said he just doesn't miss her and, I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby? And your tattooed knuckles, oh how they grind down. Try to be a man, tough just like your father. Try to settle down, more like c-calm down. Remember them songs and the reasons we were singing for. But he said he just doesn't miss her. And he, he says it's somewhere in his framework. And I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, ad there were reasons that were driving you crazy. Until you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby. And you can wait all night long until it all goes wrong and you waste away your soul and you can wait, wait, wait, wait. You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby?
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