I don’t know how to kill him
What to do, how to slay him
He’s a man
He’s just a man
And I’ve killed so many men before
In very many ways
He’s just one more

Don’t you think its rather funny
I should be in this position
I’m the one
Who’s always been
So fast, and not light
Everybody’s Knight
Blocking every blow
He scares me so

Should I molene?
Should I charge and shout?
Should I swing low, then high?
Try to fake him out?
He blocks every shot I’ve ever learned
Womps me every bout

Yet when I try my combos
He just blocks and then kills me
I always loose
Can’t help but loose
My helmet rings
My legs collapse
My shield cant stop his blows
He kills me so
How I don’t know
He kills me so

No real story here. After years of fighting, you occasionally come across an opponent who you just can’t win against. I am not talking about fighting super dukes other masters, but someone who fights at about the same level as you. People you win against, win against him all the time, but you two face off, he (or she) is always the victor. The song is written from that perspective. Part of it must be in the mind. I am a firm believer, that if you do not walk onto the field and say to yourself “I Own It”, you have lost before the first blow is struck.