Lyrics:

Friday night is fight night in the city

seven mothers grab your shiny boxing gloves

you will need 'em

to defeat 'em

who will take the gold picking and the betting

bright lights and fist fights bring the attendence up

it's so trendy on the marquee



And i will waitwaitwait if there's anything left t to tell me

well i'm sorry darling you have crossed the line

and i will waitaitait if there's anything left of me

i'll show you all the doctor's my eyes can't deny



I will throw the fight i swear to Jesus

clearly head inside the main offense tonight

she believed him

cause he's bleeding

tongue-tied in the ninth round of contention

our fair lady wins a no contesting bout

with a hand gun

to a loved one



And i will wiataitaitait

if there's anything left just tell me

and everything will be just fine

and i will waitaitaitwait

if there's anything left of me

i'll give you anything you need of me to make this right.



And i will waitaitait if there's anything left don't tell me

i bet everything is gonna be all right

and i will waitaitwait

if there's anything left behind don't tell me

cause this time everything will not be fine.