LYRICS
A bruised full moon play fights with the stars
This Place is our prison
It sells the past
So take me to town
I wanna 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’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, Im I’m a fallen oak tree
Dazed in the final rounds
Dazed in the final rounds
Dazed in the final rounds
Dazed in the final rounds