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
Its just a job swing with the punches Pick up your hands, sting like a bee
Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows
Every day a little slower Its 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 Just gotta give me one more chance
Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows
Who makes the money? I didn't spend it The dice were loaded once or twice
Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... everyone knows Prizefighters ... heading for home Prizefighters ... Prizefighters ... [repeat through fade]