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]