fix me up a drink and make it stiff
talk me out of jumping off this cliff
‘cause once I’ve pulled the pin
it can’t be put back in
if i’m gonna fight, then I’m gonna fight to win
though it’s a sin
every battle feels like it’s a war
wonder if there’s someone keeping score
when winners are declared
which losers will be spared
and will the defeated be shocked and unprepared
shaken and scared
it’s not the funeral i fear
so much as all the things that seem so clear
when the victory is near
throw a punch and take another hit
though i hate this shoe it seems to fit
my patience starts to fray
but who am i to say
it’s anything more than a decent price to pay
don’t run away
they can thank their gods and i’ll thank mine
turn this brackish water into wine
and once we drink our fill
and chew the bitter pill
and race to the top of a lost and lonely hill
send me the bill
it’s not the funeral i fear
so much as all the things that seem so clear
when the victory is near