Broken Bones
She likes a man with a broken noseLucky for me, I supposeShots coming in like the monthly billsSoon they'll be saying I'm over the hill
Well the bell goes clang and you're on your ownYou take your medicine and go homeYou take it like a man, on the chinAnd you don't make a fuss when the towel comes in
Now let me go home, got to lay in iceAnd I don't want to hear no more adviceJust give me my clothesGet me out of this placeHow many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em homeBroken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em home
He had the punch lines, I was the jokeEvery shot felt like something brokeIt was all much more than a man should standAnd I finally went down to a big right hand
Now let me go home, got to lay in iceAnd I don't want to hear no more adviceJust give me my clothesGet me out of this placeHow many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em homeBroken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em home
Broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em homeBroken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'emBroken bones, you carry 'em home