The Wrestler Songtext
von The Sons of Rainier

Today my heart thinks it′s a wrestler
It taps in and out
It stares me down from the corner
And then it's pinning my ass to the floor
That′s alright
I don't wanna fight anymore

I make the coffee, I fry some eggs
But my fast just won't break
I′m moving through the day with the speed
Of a leftover cinderblock in the yard
That′s just fine
I don't wanna try too hard


I ran into a stranger who screamed in my ear
All for a simple mistake
I tried to turn it into origami
But then it slid up my arm like a snake
That ain′t bad
It sure beats getting mad
Or jumping headfirst through a window
Without stopping to lift up the pane
But that's just talk
I don′t walk that walk today

I think I'll check out a safe deposit box
I′ll deposit my head
I'll leave it all up to my hands and my feet
My stomach can do the thinking instead
Won't that be nice
I won′t have to think twice
Again
It′s all OK
Sometimes it's just hard to play the game