The boxer
A bruised full moonPlay fights with the stars,This Place is our prison,it's cells are the barsSo take me to townI wanna dance with the cityShow me something ugly,Show me something pretty
Damn this placemakes a boy out of meThe ring meets my faceby the count of three!
An Unwanted sunpulls rank in the skyThe Boxer isn’t finishedHe’s not ready to dieI’m attracted to the lightI’m attracted to the heatIt’s a violent nightThere are boxers in the street
Damn this placemakes a boy out of meThe ring meets my faceby the count of three!
And damn this placemakes a boy out of meThe ring meets my Facebefore an oak tree
Dazed in the final roundsDazed in the final roundsDazed in the final roundsDazed in the final rounds