The Boxer

A bruised full moon play fights with the stars
This Place is our prison
Itґs cells are the bars
So take me to town
I wanna dance with the city
Show me something ugly,
and show me something pretty
Damn this place makes a boy out of me The Ring meets my face by the count of three
An Unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky
The Boxer isn’t finished
He’s not ready to die
I’m attracted to the light
I’m attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night
There are boxers in the street
Damn this place makes a boy out of me The Ring meets my face by the count of three
And damn this place makes a boy out of me The rain meets my Face before an oak tree
Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count
Dazed in the final count