Do I really want to fight this guy, is this what I have to do?
Is it still something I must do to soothe my own dues,
My family seems to be in a pit of blues,
But my wife’s ignorant calls for beauty always starts my fuse,
Will this pain of being beaten day after day ever end?
They say my family line has always been fighters, but apparently I can’t comprehend,
Every match, another scar to add to my dreadful weekend,
With every lost that will come, will my brothers continue to be offended?
The bartender sees me more than my kids have ever seen me,
Every adrenaline rush doesn’t seem to fill the empty hole inside of my hollow tree,
Every shout from my father, echoing in my head,
Why don’t you finish this fight with bloodshed!