Consolation Prize Fighter

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