Blow by Blow - T.S.O.L.

I’ve played the game with the fatman in the city

I’ve seen the lies become the truth

I’ve learned the name of the game is have no pity

I’ve learned it’s all inside of you

You’ve got to throw away those sympathy feelings

Stick to your guns and make a stand

You’ve got to throw away those cards that they are dealing

You’ve got to take it while you can

When it rains you know it’s gonna pour

The storm outside is knocking at my door

The pain it brings something you’ll never know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All youe wicked nightmares you say that you don’t know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

Blow by blow

Sometimes I wonder what is going wrong

Where my next heartache is coming from

I hear the thunder I know it won’t be long

Before I see the night take down the sun

You’ve got to throw away those sympathy feelings

Stick to your guns and make a stand

You’ve got to throw away those cards that they are dealing

You’ve got to take it while you can

When it rains you know it’s gonna pour

The storm outside is knocking at my door

The pain it brings something you’ll never know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All youe wicked nightmares you say that you don’t know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

Blow by blow

When it rains you know it’s gonna pour

The storm outside is knocking at my door

The pain it brings something you’ll never know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All youe wicked nightmares you say that you don’t know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

Blow by blow

The pain it brings something you’ll never know

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

All the time it’s coming blow by blow

Blow by blow