Battle Cry

My scars are still fresh, but you have the audacity to call me back into the ring,
Because you know just how much I love the thrill of the fight.
My scars are still healing and when I ask for novacaine the battle is what you bring,
Because you know how weak I am tonight.

Weak in appearance, I shall draw blood this time.
It seems this show has proven profitable...
Weak is what you thought I was but I lied,
It seems now to be less than hospitable...

So you thought I was weak, that you would finish me,
But it is now I who has the upper hand.
So now I've drawn you to the battle scene,
But you still think you've got me, man,

Not a chance in Hell.
There goes the bell,
Better fight now
'Cause I won't back down.

Too bad you fell for my battle cry,
Like a sailor attracted to the song of siren...