Songtext von Broken Bones

She likes a man with a broken nose Lucky for me, I suppose Shots coming in like the monthly bills Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own You take your medicine and go home You take it like a man, on the chin And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in Now let me go home, got to lay in ice And I don’t want to hear no more advice Just give me my clothes Get me out of this place How many more stitches in my face? Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home He had the punch lines, I was the joke Every shot felt like something broke It was all much more than a man should stand And I finally went down to a big right hand Now let me go home, got to lay in ice And I don’t want to hear no more advice Just give me my clothes Get me out of this place How many more stitches in my face? Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em Broken bones, you carry ‘em home