Broken Bones - Mark Knopfler

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

You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

You carry ‘em home

You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

You pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

You carry ‘em home