I've spent a lifetime practicing blows
Head shots,
Legs shots,
Moulenees's,
And butt wraps to foes
When I'm on the pell, I'm hard to de-feat
I can deball a fly
As he buzzes by
But the marshalls all think I'm a creep
Cause I've been
Thowing my shots in all the wrong places
Into the knees and on the wrist braces
It isn't planned
Please understand
He shifted his feet
Yes I've been
Throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Just hit a cup
And you'll cause red faces
It was an accident
He lifted his leg.

I Truly intend to use only clean shots
Helm slot
They block
And knock
My sword into their gorgett
Soon I'll be barred from fighting, I guess
Cause when I hit a cup
My foes all throw up
And make the list field a mess
Cause I've been
Thowing my shots in all the wrong places
Into the knees and on the wrist braces
It isn't planned
Please understand
He shifted his feet
Yes I've been
Throwing my shots in all the wrong places
Just hit a cup
And you'll cause red faces
It was an accident
He lifted his leg.

I'd had the title and tune in my works-in-progress file for a while. At one fighter practice, John Perigrin (one of the better fighters in Drachenwald) was practicing a new series of off-hand shots - lots of force with little accuracy. He managed to bruise me in about every unarmored spot possible. I had bruises on the rump, under the armpit, under the tricept, inside the the thigh etc. He managed to do the same to the other fighters that night as well. All these shots were legal blows. I started the song with this in mind, but when writing the song, it just worked better with illegal blows as the subject.