Colorful Bruise

My legs have felt the pounding of
a hundred thousand blows,
The times my sword has broken
only god in heaven knows,
Each blow upon my helmet
jolts me clear down to my toes,
And I ain't a-gonna fight no more.

CHORUS:
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
And I ain't a-gonna fight no more!

On the morning of the tourney
I stepped bravely on the field,
And then I saw my foeman
and my senses they did reel.
He was six foot eight, three hundred pounds,
and forged out of steel, And I ain't a-gonna fight no more.

CHORUS

He cracked my shield and broke my helm
and beat me to the ground.
My armour lay in tatters
all the tourney field around.
They gathered it together,
though one boot they never found,
And I ain't a-gonna fight no more

CHORUS

And when the melee teams were picked
my heart was filled with fear,
They put me in the foremost line,
althought I crave the rear,
The blows I took disabled me
for almost half a year,
And I ain't a-gonna fight no more.

CHORUS

So now when tourneys come around
I watch them from the side.
The blood and gore upon the field
my body can't abide
And with the lovely ladies
on the sidelines I reside,
And I ain't a-gonna fight no more

CHORUS