Hey man, now get in the ring
Greased face, taped fist and you wait
Here goes just about everything
With the clock running always too late
I may be blind, I may be dumb
I may be just a little bit tighter
I can't stay down, it's a habit of mine
A goddamn miracle fighter

Come on over to the other side where the punches sting
Hit your stride
Hey this method is bona-fide and we word it down to the
Down to the bone
Come on over to the other side, where the sun don't shine
It's nationwide
All our differences are set aside, and we work it down to the
Down to the bone

Hey man, black, blue and ya beat, shake it off
Now stare 'em down dead
You lose just about everything
If you're boxing with God in your head
We may be blind, we may be dumb
Wrapped just a little bit tighter
Won't stay down not an option to find
Goddamn marathon fighters

What I know, is all I know
And where we go is our own story
What I know is all I know
And when we go its out to glory