St. Christopher

There’s a man with a mike right after the fight
Asking, «When you gonna beat the best?»
And the way that he tries to patronize
And puts your patience to the test, no, now
But who wants hands like lightning anyway?
'Cause you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
And you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
So
Lay your medal down, St. Christopher
Take the money, my man, and run like hell
Don’t get crucified, St. Christopher
You’ll avoid the nails if you can just ring your own bell
You better ring that bell
There’s a wife sittin' home watching skin hittin' bone
And she don’t know what it’s for
A kid in the street who won’t take defeat
Is bitter down to the core
What is it you’re fighting anyway?
When you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
When you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
So
Lay your medal down, St. Christopher
Take the money, my man, and run like hell, get out of it now
Don’t get crucified, St. Christopher
You’ll avoid the nails if you can just ring your own bell
You better ring that bell now
Hang up the glove and live for love
What is it you’re fighting anyway?
When you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
When you’ve got them to get you whatever you want
So, now
Lay your medal down, St. Christopher
Take the money, my man, and run like hell
Don’t get crucified, St. Christopher
You’ll avoid the nails if you can just ring that bell
Lay your medal down, St. Christopher
Take the money, my man, and run like hell
Don’t get crucified, St. Christopher
You’ll avoid the nails if you can ring that bell
You better ring the bell, ring the bell, ring that bell
Hang up the glove and live for love
Hang up the glove and live for love
Live for love, live for love, live for love
Hang up the glove and live for love
Hang up the glove and live for love
Hang up the glove, hang up the glove
Hang up the glove, hang up the glove
Hang up the glove, hang up the glove
Hang up the glove, hang up the glove
Hang up the glove, hang up the glove