The Boxer

A bruised full moon play fights with the stars This place is our prison Its 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 ring meets my face I'm a fallen oak tree Dazed in the final count Dazed in the final count Dazed in the final count Dazed in the final count --- The Boxer - Editors