I drink my shots of courage The gladiator is born I stalk my enemy
How dare he dishonor me How dare he stare Looking at my girl
I approach him I swing him around The punch is thrown
Wham! Bam! Smack!
Then silence
The eyes open slowly People gather around Staring at the downed warrior
The hand is reached out I grab it Pulled up to my feet again
By he who dishonored me By he who dared to stare By he who is a black belt
And was actually staring at the clock behind us |