The warmth of the old
The thrill of the new
But he won’t be told
Now he’s taken the view
That the guilt is a foe that he’d much rather fight tomorrow
He’s taking her home
He’s had a few
Sally is sold
Because she’s had a few too
But the guilt is a foe that they’d both rather fight tomorrow
So if you grapple get a grip
Quick, don’t slip tonight
No Stone Cold Steve or men in tights
But there’s a one, two, three when your conscience pins you down
You can come at it with a
Drop kick, it’s quick to scar
Internal tussle is a no holds barred
You are the wrestler, and your conscience pins you down
Preventing the pangs
Persuading the doubts
Removing the chance of ever being found out
Time goes, take two, so they’ll tag team till tomorrow
The warmth of the old
The thrill of the new
But he won’t be told
Now he’s taken the view
That the guilt is a foe that they’d both rather fight tomorrow
So if you grapple get a grip
Quick, don’t slip tonight
No Stone Cold Steve or men in tights
But there’s a one, two, three when your conscience pins you down
You can come at it with a
Drop kick, it’s quick to scar
And turn a tussle into no holds barred
You are the wrestler, and your conscience pins you down
I bet everyone’s been a wrestler before
Until you find that can’t have ’em all
I bet everyone’s been a wrestler before
Until you find that can’t have ’em all
I bet everyone’s been a wrestler before
Until you find that can’t have ’em all
I bet everyone’s been a wrestler before
Until you find that can’t have ’em all
So if you grapple get a grip
Quick, don’t slip tonight
No Stone Cold Steve or men in tights
But there’s a one, two, three when your conscience pins you down
You can come at it with a
Drop kick, it’s quick to scar
Internal tussle is a no holds barred
You are the wrestler, and your conscience pins you down
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Reverend And The Makers Lyrics – The Wrestler