Coup de Grace
The hurt will carry you beyond all pain. Duck if you can but, if you move too late, The big fist zooming in can't strike again.
No matter how religiously you train To tip the scales at your best fighting-weight The hurt will carry you beyond all pain.
Just one brief brilliant starburst in the brain, The darkness drowns ambition, love and hate; The big fist zooming in can't strike again.
You always knew one blow would end your reign So if, tonight, this proves to be your fate, The hurt will carry you beyond all pain.
This is the way things are: you can't complain That insult comes with mercy on one plate; The big fist zooming in can't strike again.
All words of consolation must seem vain, And yet I see some cause to celebrate: The hurt will carry you beyond all pain; The big fist zooming in can't strike again.
Vernon Scannell
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