Prizefighter

Planes are flying
Trains are rolling
Those in want out
Those out want in
Pressing hard
From every side
Swelling like
A rising tide
This world you live in
Prizefighter

High and mighty says don't fall from grace
Tall in the saddle says own the space
Best foot forward now take a step back
Yours is to struggle for what you lack
In this world you live in
Prizefighter

Well the way things went
Was not how you meant
Bird in your hand
Flew to another land

High and mighty says don't bite the dust
Tall in the saddle says needs must
Fall to the ground in the final round
As you hear the bell ring out
Bring the curtain down
On this world you lived in

Prizefighter

Well the way things went
Was not how you meant
Bird on your hand
Flew to another land

Planes are flying
Trains are rollling



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Zagar
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