Steve Hackett - Prizefighters lyrics

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. 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 Who made the money? I didn't spend it! The dice were loaded once or twice Prizefighters, heading for home Prizefighters, everyone knows