You Should've Seen The Other Guy - Live

We get out of this fight
 You gonna help me with wrap my hands
 With stitching up my eyes
 You know that blood can blind
 And then this big old boys
 Had fists like cinder and stone
 I dodge a blade on the dime
 And they were out to cut my throat
 It's a lot, it's a mark, they're gonna press down on you
 It's a haze on my head, must've been hit too hard, off guard
 I think I'm gonna be it tonight
 If there's one way out
 It's to swing my way through the crowd
 Is there a blanket of pain
 That I can wrap up in
 You've got a hold of me now
 Hey, that's a hell of a grip
 And I admit I was tanked
 And you could say I was pissing gin
 It's hard to see even if I close my eyes
 It's 15 degrees, I'm gonna sleep outside
 'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride
 I'm busted laid up and dry
 Hey ey ah, oah oh oh
 Hey ey ah, oah oh oh
 Hey ey ah, oah oh oh
 Good evening everybody
 Patrick Meese and Joseph Pope
 We were once called The Wheel
 And we're still here
 Thank you guys