| She's across the ring, spitting pink, menace flicking slurs | |
| I'm on the floor, wretched ball, poet with my words | |
| So come at me with that savage streak, howling to be loved | |
| Just don't take off the gloves | |
| Two vicious drunks' teeth have sunk into an open wound | |
| Connection lost as though I caught dementia from the moon | |
| So come at me when I'm weak, degraded, and undone | |
| Just don't take off the gloves | |
| That sucker punch, that brittle touch | |
| And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won't thicken | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| That sucker punch, that brittle touch | |
| And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won't thicken | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| Here it falls again by buried green on bare electric wire | |
| How we find this demon lights a heavy-handed fire | |
| We're kissing drinks, spilling wind, howling to be loved | |
| Oh don't take off, don't take off the gloves | |
| That sucker punch, that brittle touch | |
| And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won't thicken | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| That sucker punch, that brittle touch | |
| And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won't thicken | |
| There's poison in the tap water | |
| There's poison in the tap water |
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