The Fight Song

I´m gonna fight
this fight
and try to get out of here
and I´m going in with my life
to make sure that you´ll disappear

and I will mount you
press my knees on both sides
and you will let me
let me ride

and if you don´t than I won´t
leave you galloping in my national park
I´ll track you down
´cause I know
every corner of this countryside

and I will mount you
press my knees on both sides
and you will let me
let me ride

I´ll pull your mane
as hard as I can
stick my fingers in your mouth with my cramped-up hand
until you stop
then I´ll try to get off
still I´m hanging in your body parts

even though you are ten Goliats
I´ll hold, I´ll hold at least your head
and as I rest on my wounded left
I´ll kick you randomly in the chest
and I´ll show you how ribs can capture air
and leave unbearable pressure

and when you´re down
I´ll lay beside you
I´ll catch the remaining glimmer in your eyes
and then later I´ll ask you
as my last and final rescue

now you know
tell me why
and then I´ll let you
I´ll let you ride