The Fight

This is the never-ending fight

I am so proud and to blame

I hold you so hard, push you against the wall

I put you down, I kick you to the ground

I've got the taste of blood in my mouth

I've trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth

One strike for every move you make

I'm so pissed off, no more chase

My knuckles are aching, aching to the bone

I'll make a bet that you will taste my lead

I've got the taste of blood in my mouth

I've trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth

You got blood in your mouth, yeah

I've got the taste of blood in my mouth

I've trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth

I've got the taste of blood in my mouth

(You got blood in your mouth, yeah)

I've trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth

You got blood in your mouth, yeah

(I've got the taste of blood)