You Should've Seen the Other Guy (Live)

We get out of this fight
You gonna help me with wrap my hands
With stitching up my eyes
You know that blood can blind

And then this big old boys
Had fists like cinder and stone
I dodge a blade on the dime
And they were out to cut my throat

It's a lot, it's a mark, they're gonna press down on you
It's a haze on my head, must've been hit too hard, off guard

I think I'm gonna be it tonight
If there's one way out
It's to swing my way through the crowd

Is there a blanket of pain
That I can wrap up in
You've got a hold of me now
Hey, that's a hell of a grip
And I admit I was tanked
And you could say I was pissing gin

It's hard to see even if I close my eyes
It's 15 degrees, I'm gonna sleep outside

'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride
I'm busted laid up and dry

Hey ey ah, oah oh oh
Hey ey ah, oah oh oh
Hey ey ah, oah oh oh

Good evening everybody
Patrick Meese and Joseph Pope
We were once called The Wheel
And we're still here
Thank you guys