Johnny Utah (Live)

They’d like to see another round but I’m as bruised as bruised can be

And I’ve seen my sparring mate, and he’s worn out as me

But I take my feet and hold the ropes

One more right between the eyes and that’ll be all she wrote

We've got your war paint, it's painted on our face

And all these waiting games are quickly growing lame

If we don't take the cake, we're gonna have to take

My teeth, and my face, my eyes, they're all the same, look how they’ve aged

They’re endless lives are right there in that bathroom with me

And we could take any which old way

But these are problems better left to be bothered for another day

We've got your war paint, it's painted on our face

And all these waiting games are quickly growing lame

If we don't take the cake, we're gonna have to take it

We've got your war paint, it's painted on our face

And all these waiting games are quickly growing lame

If we don't take the cake, we're gonna have to take it