Pain - Suckerpunch Lyrics
Im sick of only making peanuts.Im sick of stale sandwich bread.Ive got a plan to make it betterAnd it begins with a simple punch to my head.Another count and Im down but Im wearing him down.Keeping the faith that Ive got what it takes.Deride my pride but Ill be alright.Ive got a Rocky II lunchbox with bills in itAnd Ill scrape by.I have seen this on some episodeOf Maude, Fish, Chips, or the White ShadowRerun in my mind a thousand timesThough I forget the channel.But I am back in my corner with ice packs and waterThe champs right hook changing my good side to bad.Too late to make a run for the vanThe doc leans in timidly asking about my health planI can see the referee wants to go home(homeys got a wife and family)And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke(Headline news in next days sportspage.)With every second that goes byI dont mind my swollen eyes.Cause I bet on myself and Im making a killing.My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.My bookie is crying, my wife thinks Im dyingBut Ive got a nest egg thats hatching in the final round.And as I fall to the floor I dont feel so hardcoreMy teeth swinging loose like a drunk girls cabooseMy boys in the corner are pensive and somberAnd Father OReilly is crossing himself more and moreI can see the referee want to go home(Homeys got a wife and family)And my detractors move their feet and blow their smoke(Headline news in next days sportspage).Cause I bet on myself and Im making a killing.My opponent planned victory, I planned to lose.My bookie is crying, my wife thinks Im dyingBut Ive got a nest egg thats hatching in the final round.And
