From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs Sharman's tents roll into town Twelve will face the auctioneer Sharman's Boxers stand their ground Their days are darker than your nights But they won't be the first to fall Children broken from their dreams But they won't be the first to fall
Fighting in the spotlight Eye's turn blacker than their skin For Jimmy Sharman's boxers It's no better if you win Standing in the darkness Lined up waiting for the bell The days are wasted drinking At the first and last hotel
Why are we fighting for this? Why are you paying for this? You pay to see me fall like shrapnel To the floor What is the reason for this? There is a reason for this? What is the reason they keep coming back for more?
The blows now bring him to his knees But still the crowd calls out for more The drums are burning in his ears The man keeps counting out the score