Steve Hackett — Prizefighters lyrics

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
Its 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
Its 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
Just gotta give me one more chance
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
Prizefighters … everyone knows
Prizefighters … heading for home
Prizefighters …
Prizefighters …