A bruised full moon playfights with the stars,
This place is our prison, it's cells are the bars
So take me to town, I want to dance with the city,
Show me something ugly, 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 am attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night, there are boxers in the streets.
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
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,