You ask, "How goes the battle?
Are you holding the line?"
I may not look it
But I'm doing just fine
A little rough around the edges
A little worse for wear
But let me tell you I'm ready
Stop me if you dare
They tell you it can't be done
Say you're not the chosen one
Makes me want to scream and shout
You don't know what you're talking about
Gonna get up, won't give up
Rise to the occasion
And see if within me
(It's true - Within you)
Beats the heart of a champion
I've been drinking my life
From a broken cup
A lot of time in the trenches
That'll toughen you up
There comes a time - Oh, yes, there does
To take off the gloves
To say, "That's it - I've had enough"
Show them what you're made of
So when you're down for the count
You hear the standing eight
It's right down to the wire
And you're cursing your fate"