When It All Falls Down

I'm holding onto something Holding on to see I'm hanging on for you inside the dog pen A gouge above the eyebrow A stitch awaits its turn From turning all the jabbing into crowd noise Take it as it comes Soon it won't come anymore Businessmen are cracking up Watching blood turn to gold Then it all comes down Puffed-out little eyelids The opponent nears defeat The people grind their teeth down to a powder Spouses fill the sidelines while the children sleep at home A lеft hook going straight into the jawbone Take it as it comеs Soon it won't come anymore Businessmen are cracking up Watching blood turn to gold Maybe it can turn around If the clock starts letting up The whole crowd now is standing tall When it all falls down When it all falls down Run around Run around