The Fighter
I see you every time
At ten past nine
Coming down the avenue
The sticker on the windshield
Says you're part of the crew
The usual stop
The quick wave
You must be brave
The Devil is inside
Half smiling, half waiting
This is a call you can't deny
For every high there's a sigh
You were raised tough
A fighter born to live fast
Now you face danger
With one more bottle
and the same ole prayer
here today, gone tomorrow
That brown bag will
Only hide how much time
You have borrowed