Legend of the Bare Knuckle Bronson - Knockout Kid

It’s not the sound of «I'm sorry» as you’re waiting alone in the lobby

It’s the smell of the desperate looking for white coats with paper and pen

Between the loved and the lost, I don’t remember where you even saw me

But it’s not me to refuse a fix, so here I sit,

And wait ‘til they call me.

I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned

I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned.

You can’t convince me I’m not alright

You can’t convince me I’m not ok

…To trade sober for sane

What’s God got to do with it?

There is no light in my darkness.

No angels guiding my way.

Please tell my mother I love her,

And let me die here in peace.

I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned

I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned.

I wanna taste the sun

Chase the high, feel alive, I’m not coming down

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned

I wanna taste the sun

Chase the high, feel alive, I’m not coming down

If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned

If I don’t remember, I can never get burned…