Every day a little harder
Look out boy, you're on your own!
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes
It's just a job, swing with the punches
Pick up your hands, sting like a bee.
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows.
Every day a little slower
It's just the sweat in my eyes
You don't look the way you used to.
Don't drink that water though it tastes nice.
On the ropes and in a corner.
You've just got to give me one more try
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows
Who made the money?
I didn't spend it!
The dice were loaded once or twice
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
1 | The Court Of The Crimson King |
2 | Firth Of Fifth |
3 | Darktown |
4 | Rebecca |
5 | Cassandra |
6 | Funny Feeling |
7 | Dark As The Grave |
8 | Born In Chicago |
9 | Man Overboard |
10 | Circus Of Becoming |