T.K.O.

Everything is moving slow
Hooves tread mud and plow through clovers
No luck being Irish
Catch the morning hangover
Shot putt the puck between my eyes
Knock me out baby
Slap some sense into thee
Jump off the ropes and onto me

Triple knock out
I'm on the floor
I knew life couldn't be a bore
Bearing the consequences
Of my inaction
Triple knock out
I'm on the floor
Psych I out oh Mr. Trist
Get me a pill to lift the mist
Ooo ooo ooo oooooo

Blinded by the fog of war
Fighting myself and being a whore
This ship has flown and you're too late
Catch the morning layover
Cripple the motivation to arise
Hold me down baby
Drain the feeling from thee
Jump off the ropes and onto me

Triple knock out
I'm on the floor
I knew life couldn't be a bore
Bearing the consequences
Of my inaction
Triple knock out
I'm on the floor
Psych I out oh Mr. Trist
Get me a pill to lift the mist
Ooo ooo ooo oooooo