Last Bell

Yeah.
Ha.
Thirty-six in the wrench, three weeks late.
Knuckles don't heal like they used to.
Manager called, said he's got a date.
Five grand if I make it through.
My girl don't know I'm here tonight.
Told her I quit after Memphis.
But the mirror don't lie about this fight,
And the bills keep stacking relentless.
Tape up the breaks that never said right.