Friday night starts out the same as usual, Beers and cider in the afternoon.
By 8 o'clock my eyes are getting itchy.
By 10 my hammer fists have followed suit.
My drinking buddies have all gone and left me for wives and for responsibility
So here i sit my glass is almost empty. The bottom jeers the bad thoughts back at me.
And everyone is dancing. They're laughing over there.
They don't know how she wronged me, they don't care.
Friday night is fight night. It's fight night. I'm gonna show the World that i'm a man.
Friday night is fight night. It's fight night. I'm dealing with the World the best i can.
And i will not stop until she comes back, my best form of defense is to attack. Don't pity me.
Saturday comes shining with a warm glow in my belly from the whisky, gin and sun.
The distractions i embrace are temporary, I spend my days with heart and body numb.
I will not think of his face next to her face.
I don't still feel the horror when she cried.
I will not think of his hands touching her hair.
I will not remember how and when she lied.
And everyone is smiling, the drinks are flowing free.
They don't know how i drove that bitch to leave.
Every night is fight night. It's fight night. I'm gonna show the World that i'm a man.
Every night is fight night. It's fight night. I'm dealing with the World the best i can.
And i will not stop until she comes back, my best form of defense is to attack.
Sunday night turns out the same as usual.
I'm regretting my whole damn wretched life.
But I keep on living this way cos it soothes me.
Until her man freed me with a knife.