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Knockout

black! Baby 1, 2, 3 Tell em get the referee Cause he can, get the knockout If the telephone rings It's emergency Cause he can, get the knockout Get the knockout

I'm hanging around, it's a saturday night I' feeling good, let's pick a fight Get some juices going, while the booze is flowing Take off your gloves

I tried blowin off all my dreams They won't ever come true But sometimes that is all we have to make do They can not take it all from me That is something

Exit the thoughts of yesteryears Burn memories and let them go (What is right, what is wrong) Extinguish pains of things to pass Relinquish fears and

You walk the walk, you talk the talk you even act the part but even the blind can see right through you this time around find higher ground and brace

Who gives a fuck about American Idol, Anna Nicole, and her fucking Child? Spoiled and rich, yet you always complain You've never worked a fucking day

The pressure?s building up This time, enough is enough Bite the hand that feeds the fire Brace yourself, this time we?re live And now we face the facts

Before you judge somebody, you?ve gotta? judge yourself You?re a ticking time bomb; it?s affecting your health Wasting all your time and you?ve gotta

Clock ticks away, life starts to fade, and you?re just left with nothing Here comes the light, therefore unite, at least you?re doing something Salt