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 until fade]