Maybe I'll move to Mexico
If I ever make it out of this town
Terraces like chains around my wrists
A joker doomed to be a clown.
Maybe I'll take off to Tennessee
If ever I make it out of this down
Vitamins like rain inside my fist
A boxer born to be knocked down.
Maybe I'll sleep with the desperate ones
If I ever wind up all alone
Boxes like wind against my face
And all punched out.
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