Consolation Prizefighter

Your head's in the way of my mind And by the way I'm fine But I'm a liar And I'm trying So give me a brand name and I'll wrap my arms around the caller's collar Ring ring Tears in the towel throw it in Who'll chose the prizefighter? Windows down the idiots yell At me, meek on the street Clueless as usual and unbelievably easily bruisable But I'm trying So give me a capgun and I'll press my lips on the necks of the next ones Ring ring It's everything Won too few in one too many