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Lyrics for Suckerpunch by Pain:
| | | Artist: | Pain |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Suckerpunch | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 213 | | | | Lyrics: | Im sick of only making peanuts.
Im sick of stale sandwich bread.
Ive got a plan to make it
better
And 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 it
And Ill 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 champs 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
(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 by
I 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 dying
But Ive got
a nest egg thats hatching in the final round.
And as I fall to the floor I dont feel so
hardcore
My teeth swinging loose like a drunk girls caboose
My boys in the corner are
pensive and somber
And Father OReilly is crossing himself more and more
I 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 dying
But Ive got a nest egg thats hatching in the final round.
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