I love it when they wear a week's worth on their faces.
I left it all at home,
and took only knuckles and cold blood.
Take one or two for kicks,
make you famous with my fists,
bare boned and bear clawing,
like a newborn, because I would love to be broken in.
Yeah, oh, I've got your back.
Yeah, oh, I've got your back.
But when that bell rings
I will not stand naked for me,
only for him, and then I'll begin, I'll begin to break you in.
Yeah, oh, I've got your back.
Yeah, well, I've got your back.
Yeah, well, I've got your back.
Yeah.
Grab his collar then just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile.
Grab his collar then just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile.
So just let me sing.
Take my name off of the flag,
I will not walk in the parade,
Unsung and swollen, step aside,
My hands are useless 'til they're bleeding.
I've been wired for this wreck.
I never chose this, I was chosen.
I'm stitched and ready to be
the juggernaut behind the curtain;
just trust in me.
Yeah, well, I've got your back.
Yeah, oh, I've got your back.
Now when that bell rings,
And my fists are closed, naked,
I don't care if it's your praise that they sing,
I pay the bills and make a living from breaking you in.
Ooh, yeah, I've got your back.
Oh, yeah, I've got your back.
Oh, yeah, I've got your back.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Grab his collar then just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile.
Grab his collar and just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile.
So just let me sing.
Grab his collar then just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile, come on,
yeah, grab his collar and just swing away.
Six-toothed smile, six-toothed smile.
Just let me sing!