Songtexte: Eighteen Visions. One Hell Of A Prize Fighter.

And I can't see why you're crying loud
Right down the street you're walking proud
You fiend, you crave you're tripping now
So in the street you're lying down

Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt

The sun strikes back, breathing
To burn you down, melting
And in your room, wasted
You're in full bloom

I told you you're going down
I told you you're going down
I told you you're going down
But I told you you're going down

You spit a mouthful of lies
Another spirit dies
I'm gonna soften you up
You spit a mouthful of lies
I cut you under the eyes
You're just here for the serving

Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt
Wasted down on the couch
Wasted now you're in doubt

Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick
Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick
[Incomprehensible]
Scatter brained and hopeless
You're so Godless and sick

Well, here's your misery
Bite down and grind your teeth away
Well, here's your misery
Won't live to breath another day

Well, here's your misery
Bite down and grind your teeth away
Well, here's your misery
Won't live to breath another day

And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you in your river

And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you sleep
And I watch you in your river

I told you right from the start
I had to settle the score
You were gonna get it

I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
My fist made the connection
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
Your pain will be my infliction

You came to me in acid bath come clean
You fucking junkie I'm gonna throw you away
You came to me in acid bath come clean
You fucking sellout I'm gonna put you away

I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
My fist made the connection
I think you spoke too soon
It's time to lick your wounds
Your pain will be my infliction