Swan Dives and Cigarettes

Inhale, exhale.. shit, pack's empty.
Brother, can I get a cigarette?
Sister, can I get a light?
Eyes, empty, search for redemption.

Today, I will fall to the floor
A jeering crowd crying out for blood
Will have me cry tears of red
As I get back up.

The fix is in, you know, and so do they
But the spectacle still tantalizes
I fall once, twice, a third time
My blood spattered across the ring.

This time, I stay down, wait for 10.
I could have gotten up, but the crowd...
That's not what they came to see.
They wanted a perfect swan dive, and I obliged.

You ask what you can do for this battered warrior
Broken and bloody after his clown act? Well...
Brother, can I get a cigarette?
Sister, can I get a light?