Anything Left Lyrics

Manchester Orchestra Anything Left

Friday night is fight night in the city seven mothers grab your shiny boxing gloves you will need 'em to defeat 'em who will take the gold picking and the betting bright lights and fist fights bring the attendence up it's so trendy on the marquee

and i will waitwaitwait if there's anything left t to tell me well i'm sorry darling you have crossed the line and i will waitaitait if there's anything left of me i'll show you all the doctor's my eyes can't deny

i will throw the fight i swear to Jesus clearly head inside the main offense tonight she believed him cause he's bleeding tongue-tied in the ninth round of contention our fair lady wins a no contesting bout with a hand gun to a loved one

and i will wiataitaitait if there's anything left just tell me and everything will be just fine and i will waitaitaitwait if there's anything left of me i'll give you anything you need of me to make this right.

and i will waitaitait if there's anything left don't tell me i bet everything is gonna be all right and i will waitaitwait if there's anything left behind don't tell me cause this time everything will not be fine.