Knock Em Out

Pop believes, he says he does
This is the last, family needs the cash
You're a ten to one already forgotten
You'll do your best anyway
So lace them up, this one last day

Knock em out. Cold.

Enter the ring, you can't see a thing
One too many hits, and the birds start to sing
Bad knees crumble as you duck for cover
The marbles start rolling around
As your head nears the floor
The crowd starts to roar
Out comes a familiar sound

Tried and true, you're black and blue
Nobody cares unless the check goes through
Chipped off the old block, never could take stock
Punch it with a little gin
End of the month comes looking like you're short some
Better start training again

© 2007 Alex Karweit