I was the future,nin nineteen-ninety-five,nI watched the flashbulbs burst,nWhenever I’d arrive.nI’d tape my knuckles up,ncinched and tight for the ring,njust beneath the gloves,nclenching white for the swing.nI was a sellout,nbefore a sellout crowd,nI threw the fight in my head,nbefore the fat lady bowed.nYou want a tip-off,nsome good advice for the brawl?nJust wear a mouth-guard,nto keep your teeth when you fall.nAnd when you quit,nmake sure that you can wash your hands of it.nnArmed to the teeth,nscore one for treachery,nI am a mercenary.nThere’s more lies here,nthan we can all burynI am a mercenary.nnI’ve seen the headlines,nswarming thick with flies.nI’ve seen the Billboard ChartsnI’ve heard them spitting lies.nHere’s to your lame award,nyour phony Nobel Prize.nHere’s to the suckers lining upnto see us compromise.nLet’s light a campfire,nWe’ll have a sing along,nI’ll burn some bridges,nyou’ll bring the crappy songs.nAnd when you quit,nmake sure that you can wash your hands of it.nnThere’s a part of me I’ve compromised,nburied somewhere under ghosts of lies.nMake it quick, make it sick,nturn the crank and just play the greatest hits... sigh.nThere’s a part of me that I despise,npull the curtain back and see what dies.nEmerald spires of the near profound,nlet’s burn this lousy city down.nn