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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

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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 deaf, we may be dumb

Wrapped just a little bit tighter

Won't stay down not an option to find

Goddamn marathon fighters

[Chorus]

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