That's When I'm Coming Through

When everyone has given up on me,

That's when I'm coming through.

When dark of night is darkest,

And I'm lost in all the ruckus—

That's when I'm coming through.

When hope is lost and gallows sure,

When hits come so fast, they're all a blur—

That's when I'm coming through.

That's when I'm coming through.

Count me out, count me down.

Say I count for nothing.

Count me for a fool,

Count me due to have my roughing.

But when your abuse is heaped the highest,

That's when I'm coming through.

When your ridicule reaches the ridiculous,

And your scorn becomes a stench—

When you've laughed at me your loudest,

Thrown at me your very last wrench—

That's when I'm coming through.

That's when I'm coming through.

When you say I'm all done and through,

That's when I'm coming through.