Prizefighters Songtext
von Steve Hackett

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

It′s 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
It's 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
You′ve just got to give me one more try


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 (home)
Prizefighters, everyone knows

Prizefighters, heading for home (heading for home)

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