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Boxer



Boxer

Postby PJK » Thu Dec 27, 2012 4:11 pm

Lyrics:
You got your pride and your prose tucked just like a Tommy Gun,
Somewhere in the smoke just in case you need it.

I know you got your pride and your prose
Tucked just like a Tommy Gun
Somewhere in the smoke, just in case you need it.
I heard its been a ride, rougher than the last one.
Once you used to say the harder they come.
And he says he's praying for a good time.
And he says he just doesn't miss her.
And I know you never really loose it, do ya? Well do ya?

You took it all gracefully on the chin,
Knowing that the beatings had to some day end.
and you found the bandages in side the pen,
And stitches on the radio.
And there was something heavy holding you down,
And whispers that were driving you crazy.
And now you haunt the heart of this town,
I 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, boy I could calm down.
Remember them songs and the the reasons we were singing for.
But he says, he just doesn't miss her.
And he, he says it's somewhere in his frame work.
And I know you never really loose it, do ya? Do ya?

You took it all gracefully on the chin,
Knowing that the beatings had to some day end.
and you found the bandages in side the pen,
And stitches on the radio.
And there was something heavy holding you down,
And reasons that were driving you crazy.
And now you haunt the heart of this town,
I 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, until you can't wait, wait, wait...

You took it all gracefully on the chin,
Knowing that the beatings had to some day end.
and you found the bandages in side the pen,
And stitches on the radio.
And there was something heavy holding you down,
And reasons that were driving you crazy.
And now you haunt the heart of this town,
I remember when I knew a boxer baby.
I remember when I knew a boxer baby.
PJK

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