That’s Entertainment

I’m Jake La Motta in a basement, haunted
I'm Georgia Chuvalo in this cold Toronto
Scarred knuckles…Bleeding gums
A heathen bleeding on the Bible that I'm reading from
Biting the hands that I'm eating from
A gift from God…I’ve never needed one
He forgot my birthday so we're even
Plus…
I'll never kiss the feet of someone’s son unless it's me he's from
A deadbeat father with a heart of coal
And this heart of coal has no plans for solid gold
Ready to leave at any moment without a thought or note
A product of my yesterday, so that's all I know
One too many hooks to the hollow skull
One too many right crosses to the swallow hole
Broken teeth…A swollen tongue
An exploding temple beside a smoking gun
A hole-in-one
I've only gone toe to toe with bums
And I'm tired of beating up these homeless fucks
Instead of shattering glass jaws in hopeless slums
I want to shatter platinum plaques and golden ones
Slap the faces of the artists you hang posters of
Courvoiser and Patron bottles thrown in clubs
Blood staining my golden gloves
Misplaced sanity
A large canned of assorted nuts
I’m Jake La Motta in a basement, haunted
I'm Georgia Chuvalo in this cold Toronto
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Stray cats and sewer rats
Soda pop bottles and tuna cans
Nosebleeds and alley whores
Card games in candy stores
Dreaming of champagne and caviar
Marble columns and Italian cars
A daydreamer - piss poor - a broken artist
Pissing on my reflection in toilet water
Toss me that Mitch Williams pitch to Joey Carter
I guarantee fireworks and exploding stars
But I won't play the game the way they play it
So they refused to throw the ball
And I keep swinging it wind
The Derek Jeter of the batting cage
With Don Mattingly sideburns and a fatter face
While talentless hacks get handed a title shot
Because young girls may find them hot, but their recitals not
I've done in 5 what they won't do at all
And in less than 2 they'll all be down the garbage chute with Veruca Salt I've been through it all and still refuse to fall
I'm proud of every single bruise and scar
So give me a stage where this bull here can rage
And though I can fight, I'd much rather recite, ‘cuz…
I’m Jake La Motta in a basement, haunted
I'm Georgia Chuvalo in this cold Toronto
That's entertainment