he wants to lift weights like a fighter we put the medals on the wall in a room of starving vultures gold trophies he got em all he wants to be just like his father we play the knife game on the table i bleed to death it doesn t matter cause my baby he s still the winner he holds me in his arms it s no good things don t go like they should he holds me in his arms it s no good things don t go like they should sleep on the carpet through the night we re living off a tv dinner hanging me up by his gold chain he used to be a hockey player i used to be a figure skater cutting my leg with the blade in the blue and red arena trying to pretend we re the same he holds me in his arms it s no good things don t go like they should he holds me in his arms it s no good things don t go like they should1