You Should've Seen The Other Guy

We get out of this fight
 You gonna help me wrap my hands
 Stitching up my eyes
 You know that blood can blind
 And them was big old boys
 Had fists like cinder and stone
 I dodge a blade on the dime
 And they was out to cut my throat
 It's a lot, it's a mark
 They're gonna press down on you
 It's a haze on my head
 Must've been hit too hard, off guard
 I think I'm gonna be hit tonight
 If there's one way out
 It's to swing my way through the crowd
 Is there a blanket of pain
 That I can wrap up in?
 You've got a hold of me now
 Hey, that's a hell of a grip
 And I admit I was tanked
 And you could say I was pissing gin
 It's hard to see even if I close my eyes
 It's 15 degrees, I'm gonna sleep outside
 'Cause I got no way to feel and no way to ride
 I'm busted, laid up and dry