Оригинален текст
A prizefigh between your entropy and cowardice The sweet science of beign in love The sweet science of giving up Dis she keep a file of all your lame excuses and vulgar transgressions? Like the time that you said that you were afraid to confront your fear of confrontation? A raw deal for your sweet complicit paramour Someday she'll thank you, of course That is what deathbeds are for Now you'll have to dine alone