| More of the same, |
| You got it. You got it. We all saw it. |
| More of the same, |
| Pick it up. Pick it up. Keep it up, kid. |
| More of the same, Don’t let the pain get in the way, son. |
| More of the same, |
| More of the same, more of the same. |
| You’re a masterpiece in black and blue. |
| The light that they’re attracted to, |
| The channel change still echoes through. |
| Won’t let them pull the plug on you. |
| More of the same, |
| You got it. You got it. We all saw it. |
| More of the same, |
| Pick it up. Pick it up. Keep it up, kid. |
| More of the same, |
| Don’t let the pain get in the way, son. |
| More of the same, |
| More of the same, more of the same. |
| They all paid to get the good seats. |
| We’ll be holding up the back wall. |
| Always a sucker for the underdog. |
| The one match that can ignite us all. |
| Realize what their sayings true and just go. |
| You’re not the angel they once knew. |
| This Rope-A-Dope might blow up in your face |
| If you dislike the taste of blood in your mouth, |
| then spit it out the only point is to wear them down |
| wear them down, wear them down |