Well, it hit me, tough I've seen it coming
And another seven stitches won't hurt
And I'm waiting for the bell to bring on a new round
And I'm steady holding my cover
I'm sure there's some more I can take
So go on, rip it out
And all I do is trying to roll with your punches
'Cause you got me on the ropes by now
And I can feel my knees getting weaker
And soon they'll be throwing in the towel
But I'm steady holding my cover
And I'm sure there's some more I can take
So go on, rip it out
Like those romantic young boys
Willing to fight
With those romantic young boy's wild hearts