Punchdrunk lyrics

Song information

Artist: Far
Album: Tin Cans With Strings To You

Lyrics

It wore him down
His head was hanging sideways
His lids were slits
This happened almost nightly now
He raised the glove
And waited for another round

He waited for the bell to ring
He prayed the lord would save his eyes
He heard church-folk swaying and sighing
"It's all right."

He liked his kids
He liked his sky-blue valiant
He like the pay
"The boss' fine young talent"
They all would say
And just a pension later
He'll be free
Do what he wants
Bereave the dream
Now sleep
Now slowly die