Marks of Honor
Bruises on my shoulders,
Abrasions on my arms.
Physical abuse but there's
No cause here for alarms.
There's a kinking in my neck,
And a creaking in my knee;
Aches and ailments that I
Bear away with childish glee.
If you ask have I been fighting,
I will give a wicked grin,
And I'll show you the welts
That someone raised down on my shin.
Yeah, my body took a beating.
My back muscle's on big knot.
But I'm proud to say I
Gave as good as what I got.
They're the body marks of honor
That I bear from every fight.
They hurt so good though I soak
In hot water every night.
It's a privilege to earn them,
Though the pain is nasty real.
It's just the price you pay
To stand with those who play with steel.
By tomorrow I'll have worked out
All the kinks and all the pain.
Then next week when I suit up,
I'll do it all again.
Why? Well it's the fighter's code
That's written in the stars:
Pain is short and glory lasts,
And ladies dig the scars.
Abrasions on my arms.
Physical abuse but there's
No cause here for alarms.
There's a kinking in my neck,
And a creaking in my knee;
Aches and ailments that I
Bear away with childish glee.
If you ask have I been fighting,
I will give a wicked grin,
And I'll show you the welts
That someone raised down on my shin.
Yeah, my body took a beating.
My back muscle's on big knot.
But I'm proud to say I
Gave as good as what I got.
They're the body marks of honor
That I bear from every fight.
They hurt so good though I soak
In hot water every night.
It's a privilege to earn them,
Though the pain is nasty real.
It's just the price you pay
To stand with those who play with steel.
By tomorrow I'll have worked out
All the kinks and all the pain.
Then next week when I suit up,
I'll do it all again.
Why? Well it's the fighter's code
That's written in the stars:
Pain is short and glory lasts,
And ladies dig the scars.