Custom — Beat Me lyrics

Thanks to markb604@hotmail.com for these lyrics. If I'm not the crack of the cork Across the room like a four alarm And the shot in the arm Some kind of danger, I look that way You try to be cool with little to say I can't be the calm (your bottle of wine) I have to be a quarter, not a nickel and dimes I want to be the prayer answered when you meet me The pain, the bat and the blood when you beat me