The Cockfighter

You had to run out
You had problems with all Daddy told you
You had to find out
How to separate truth from lies and how
You could weigh up
When to gamble and when to take chances
With such brilliance
He would make definitive commentary
While the blood ran
Down your chin

And you know you could see
He never once
Never once had second thoughts

He's got iron will you see
But his clock is running down
He's confined to your history
Well he's a madman
Kicks a dog leaves it flat out in the gravel
He's got his reasons
To be lashing out in a rage you see
There's no distractions
His arms seem to move likе a windmill
And your friendship
Is the worst thing Daddy's evеr seen