here's our fighter

his ending a given

he does what you did before thought

that you had to earn a living

loose knuckles, loose teeth, and a weak heart 

any blow might just take him apart

but he moves with the grace of the damned

can't teach a man to fight, if you can't teach him to dance

he's beeen preparing his corpse his whole life

but he questions himself as he wanders the night

he says

"why do i need anybody?

why can't i be alone?

why do you hold me responsible

for all that i've done wrong?"

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CHORUS

'cause it does me good

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here's our meltdown madonna

in cherenkov blue

wrapped in genteel decrepitude 

she made a good poison, but a real bad drug

drinking some rum to calm the wolves in her blood 

she's a shipwreck in a bottle, and a basement saint

basking in the moonlight just to ease the pain

she draws a drop of blood with a blade of grass

and dots it on your face as you laugh and

she says 

"don't ever call me baby

don't ever take me home 

don't ever stay till our love runs out

and I'd rather be alone."

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CHORUS

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where my losers?

where my sinners?

where my layabout lovers and my 9 to 5 quitters?

stay away from the day

shelter yourselves with the idols fit for no one else 

why must i hold it together?

why must i work so hard?

why must i fight against myself

till i'm all blood and raw?

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CHORUS