You don't gotta fight no more This is my war put down your sword Pack up, I'm strapped up, I got this, I promise I think this is what they make back-up for This is my score Let me put something on the board Your hand me down handicap secondhand trouble That you try to juggle You need a hand, hand me that I'll hold the duffle, you shovel I love you like blood do Sea your shell scuffle and triumph I beach your demons, now wipe off your Sandy back Shore, we fall, but standing back to back I can't evacuate you in this situation Tie your shoelace, I fall behind You wait for, it's your boy Got you forevermore Rest your poor, bruised body and relax, SCORE!