Double trouble, heading my way,
heavyweight champ with no delay—
Ding, ding.
Right on time.
Feelin' fine since '85.
In the next corner,
here I am,
with my ax—
ready to smash,
ready to crash,
ready to bash—
make a gash.
The crowd deafens.
The seats fill.
The cameras click.
The ring stings.
Every time I hear it,
anger itches,
blood recoils,
eyes twitch,
gut roils.
Ding, ding.
Whack,
smack,
crack.
Every single time
I feel you climb,
I attack.
With my ax
of love,
I hug.