Recorded in February 2013, another stream-of-consciousness song lyrically speaking, tweaked for the final take...domestic violence? Bar brawls? Both?
Take it on the chin
There's a time and a place for a smooth escape
When the fighting starts and the glasses break
But, the chances are you just have to fight
When the glances crack, there's no wrong nor right
We don't keep the things that we utter
In words we can hide what we mean
We're all of us earning our bread and butter
But some of us take one for the team
If you fight like a man, you have to learn to take it
On the chin or on your feet
There's a home and a place it's a soothing escape
When the fighting stops and you had your last scrape
If only I could heal it or see I could find a way home
If you can't stand up and fight it
Then the nest it will be you'll have flown
We don't keep the things that we utter
In secrets we hide what we mean
We're all of us earning our bread and butter
But some of us take one for the team
There's a time and a place for a smooth escape
When the fighting starts and the glasses break
If only I could feel it or see it through
I know that I could chance it I could make it with you
Cover art adapted from Creative Commons image
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67935254@N00/462608440/in/photolist-GSZnA-7Tdmc4-8BKvqa
