When It All Falls Down

I'm holding onto something
Holding on to see
I'm hanging on for you inside the dog pen
A gouge above the eyebrow
A stitch awaits its turn
From turning all the jabbing into crowd noise

Take it as it comes
Soon it won't come anymore
Businessmen are cracking up
Watching blood turn to gold
Then it all comes down

Puffed-out little eyelids
The opponent nears defeat
The people grind their teeth down to a powder
Spouses fill the sidelines while the children sleep at home
A lеft hook going straight into the jawbone

Take it as it comеs
Soon it won't come anymore
Businessmen are cracking up
Watching blood turn to gold
Maybe it can turn around
If the clock starts letting up
The whole crowd now is standing tall
When it all falls down
When it all falls down
Run around
Run around