I�m sick of only making peanuts. I�m sick of stale sandwich bread. I�ve got a plan to make it better And it begins with a simple punch to my head. Another count and I�m down but I�m wearing him down. Keeping the faith that I�ve got what it takes. Deride my pride but I�ll be alright. I�ve got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it And I�ll scrape by. I have seen this on some episode Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow Rerun in my mind a thousand times Though I forget the channel. But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water The champ�s right hook changing my good side to bad. Too late to make a run for the van The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan I can see the referee wants to go home (homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s sportspage.) With every second that goes by I don�t mind my swollen eyes. �Cause I bet on myself and I�m making a killing. My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I�m dying But I�ve got a nest egg that�s hatching in the final round. And as I fall to the floor I don�t feel so hardcore My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl�s caboose My boys in the corner are pensive and somber And Father O�Reilly is crossing himself more and more I can see the referee want to go home (Homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s ...
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Pain-Sucker Punch
Pain-Sucker Punch Video Clips. Duration : 4.37 Mins.
I�m sick of only making peanuts. I�m sick of stale sandwich bread. I�ve got a plan to make it better And it begins with a simple punch to my head. Another count and I�m down but I�m wearing him down. Keeping the faith that I�ve got what it takes. Deride my pride but I�ll be alright. I�ve got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it And I�ll scrape by. I have seen this on some episode Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow Rerun in my mind a thousand times Though I forget the channel. But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water The champ�s right hook changing my good side to bad. Too late to make a run for the van The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan I can see the referee wants to go home (homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s sportspage.) With every second that goes by I don�t mind my swollen eyes. �Cause I bet on myself and I�m making a killing. My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I�m dying But I�ve got a nest egg that�s hatching in the final round. And as I fall to the floor I don�t feel so hardcore My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl�s caboose My boys in the corner are pensive and somber And Father O�Reilly is crossing himself more and more I can see the referee want to go home (Homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s ...
I�m sick of only making peanuts. I�m sick of stale sandwich bread. I�ve got a plan to make it better And it begins with a simple punch to my head. Another count and I�m down but I�m wearing him down. Keeping the faith that I�ve got what it takes. Deride my pride but I�ll be alright. I�ve got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in it And I�ll scrape by. I have seen this on some episode Of Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White Shadow Rerun in my mind a thousand times Though I forget the channel. But I am back in my corner with ice packs and water The champ�s right hook changing my good side to bad. Too late to make a run for the van The doc leans in timidly asking about my health plan I can see the referee wants to go home (homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s sportspage.) With every second that goes by I don�t mind my swollen eyes. �Cause I bet on myself and I�m making a killing. My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose. My bookie is crying, my wife thinks I�m dying But I�ve got a nest egg that�s hatching in the final round. And as I fall to the floor I don�t feel so hardcore My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girl�s caboose My boys in the corner are pensive and somber And Father O�Reilly is crossing himself more and more I can see the referee want to go home (Homey�s got a wife and family) And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke (Headline news in next day�s ...
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