Heavyweight Songtext
von Don Johnson Big Band
Heavyweight Songtext
Strip the kid gloves, cock your gun
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you′ve been dealing with a
Heavyweight
How far is how far is too far
Someone wrote it down and handed me the cue card
Do start, just another dispute sparked
For no real reason, got caught up in the hooplah
Few and far between are those abstain
That stay quiet when it's noisy in the rat race
Could I be one of them, a lone government
A world at war with itself, they′re loving it
I'm pulling my weight, slowly pulling away
See, if I'm eating bullets, eat a bullet a day
Go dancing on the ricochet of bullets that stray
If you ask me what i′m gunning for, I wouldn′t say
Strip the kid gloves
Cock your gun
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a
Heavyweight
My every gram′s got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who's bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
I′m a heavyweight, known for my grit
But every day it feels like I'm too old for this shit
Going over the list of my foes and
Smoke ′em with flow that is crisp
No slip in my shoe and I know that it fits
Stepping on you
Stepping on your friends with a full blitz
My full wits about me, I warn you best not doubt me
The culprits who discount me will be sulking
From the rout we will deliver on their asses
Get your Covid passes out, please
Freeze!
Lead a mission of my own fucking volition
The louder you scream
The less I will pretend to even listen
Demolition of the ego-conspiratorial wack shit
Poke you with a needle and escape with a backflip
Strip the kid gloves
Cock your gun
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a
Heavyweight
My every gram's got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who′s bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
Heavyweight
My every gram′s got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who's bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you′ve been dealing with a
Heavyweight
How far is how far is too far
Someone wrote it down and handed me the cue card
Do start, just another dispute sparked
For no real reason, got caught up in the hooplah
Few and far between are those abstain
That stay quiet when it's noisy in the rat race
Could I be one of them, a lone government
A world at war with itself, they′re loving it
I'm pulling my weight, slowly pulling away
See, if I'm eating bullets, eat a bullet a day
Go dancing on the ricochet of bullets that stray
If you ask me what i′m gunning for, I wouldn′t say
Strip the kid gloves
Cock your gun
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a
Heavyweight
My every gram′s got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who's bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
I′m a heavyweight, known for my grit
But every day it feels like I'm too old for this shit
Going over the list of my foes and
Smoke ′em with flow that is crisp
No slip in my shoe and I know that it fits
Stepping on you
Stepping on your friends with a full blitz
My full wits about me, I warn you best not doubt me
The culprits who discount me will be sulking
From the rout we will deliver on their asses
Get your Covid passes out, please
Freeze!
Lead a mission of my own fucking volition
The louder you scream
The less I will pretend to even listen
Demolition of the ego-conspiratorial wack shit
Poke you with a needle and escape with a backflip
Strip the kid gloves
Cock your gun
Jump in the ring when the bell is rung
Butter up your fly before the bee has stung
Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a
Heavyweight
My every gram's got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who′s bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
Heavyweight
My every gram′s got a pound it
True grit surely got a sound to it
A misfit who's bound to get you
To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it
Writer(s): Tuomo Prattala, Tommy Mikael Lindgren, Kari Juhani Saarilahti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
