A bruised full moon play fights 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 and show me something pretty.

Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
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An unwanted son 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 rain meets my face by the count of three.
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The rain 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.