You can blame it on my pride
or the spell that I'm under
I picked a fight with the lightning
talked back to the thunder
I want more wind in this tornado
'cause it isn't moving fast enough yet
gonna burn this temple to the ground
once I have the fuses set
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
or return my fist to fingers
after the final round
I have a handful of feathers
and blood stains on my skin
is there an angel left to wrestle
wild horses they haven't broken in
I get up from the canvas swingin'
like I think I might just win
and we go around, around, round, round
again
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
or return my fist to fingers
after the final round
/Will walking be a reminder
of the punches I let by/
I let by
Another thorn in my side
that I let by
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
return my fist to fingers
after the final round
or the spell that I'm under
I picked a fight with the lightning
talked back to the thunder
I want more wind in this tornado
'cause it isn't moving fast enough yet
gonna burn this temple to the ground
once I have the fuses set
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
or return my fist to fingers
after the final round
I have a handful of feathers
and blood stains on my skin
is there an angel left to wrestle
wild horses they haven't broken in
I get up from the canvas swingin'
like I think I might just win
and we go around, around, round, round
again
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
or return my fist to fingers
after the final round
/Will walking be a reminder
of the punches I let by/
I let by
Another thorn in my side
that I let by
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
After the fight is over
will I talk so tough
will I run for cover
after the gloves come off
When the black eye lingers
will I stand my ground
return my fist to fingers
after the final round