Don't Take off the Gloves - Owl John, Scott Hutchison, Andy Monaghan

She’s across the ring, spitting pink, menace flicking slurs

I’m on the floor, wretched ball, poet with my words

So come at me with that savage streak, howling to be loved

Just don’t take off the gloves

Two vicious drunks' teeth have sunk into an open wound

Connection lost as though I caught dementia from the moon

So come at me when I’m weak, degraded, and undone

Just don’t take off the gloves

That sucker punch, that brittle touch

And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won’t thicken

There’s poison in the tap water

There’s poison in the tap water

That sucker punch, that brittle touch

And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won’t thicken

There’s poison in the tap water

There’s poison in the tap water

Here it falls again by buried green on bare electric wire

How we find this demon lights a heavy-handed fire

We’re kissing drinks, spilling wind, howling to be loved

Oh don’t take off, don’t take off the gloves

That sucker punch, that brittle touch

And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won’t thicken

There’s poison in the tap water

There’s poison in the tap water

That sucker punch, that brittle touch

And the cut keeps dripping but the blood won’t thicken

There’s poison in the tap water

There’s poison in the tap water