Underground_Network
May 9th, 2010, 09:12 AM
Round one,
It has just begun,
Hands up,
Defend yourself.
You know
What's going down,
Do you know
What's going down?
I don't know,
What's going down,
I can't take
This throwing down
Of the gloves,
It makes me ache
Before
Punches are thrown.
Round two,
Its you know who,
Come to
Interfere with you.
Thought you knew
What they were doing here,
But you
Turned away in fear.
Gloves off, a punch is thrown,
Oh no, you didn't know
That that was coming to
You now, you fall apart,
Like that, snap of the fingers,
Knockout punch, not yet!
Round three,
Its getting to your head,
Your skin is turning red,
You won't make it if you say,
"I give up" One, two, three.
The counting up has begun,
But you have not made off
With the gold because
You're too soft,
Your achilles' heel is your heart,
Don't let 'em get in your head!
Don't think you're better off dead!
You'll make it if you hold steady
And keep the race at a pace
Of a one-two count,
Keep the rhythm of your dying heart
In place, take a punch or two
At his face,
You'll win if you can keep pace.
Round four,
Its near the end
You know
That he's not your friend,
You know
That he's got a kid
To feed,
But you've got a family.
Don't let it get to your head,
Don't let it spread through your stead,
Just keep up with what's been said,
Let the words echo out in your head,
Go uppercut then right hook,
Knock him out before he can look
To see what's coming so soon.
Watch him fall to the ground,
Listen as the mat makes a sound,
Like a splat except a bit loud,
You'll notice him as he scowls
As the ref's lips read ten
And your proud,
But what is there to love now?
But what is there to love now?
You've beaten another man down,
You've just beaten another man down.
It has just begun,
Hands up,
Defend yourself.
You know
What's going down,
Do you know
What's going down?
I don't know,
What's going down,
I can't take
This throwing down
Of the gloves,
It makes me ache
Before
Punches are thrown.
Round two,
Its you know who,
Come to
Interfere with you.
Thought you knew
What they were doing here,
But you
Turned away in fear.
Gloves off, a punch is thrown,
Oh no, you didn't know
That that was coming to
You now, you fall apart,
Like that, snap of the fingers,
Knockout punch, not yet!
Round three,
Its getting to your head,
Your skin is turning red,
You won't make it if you say,
"I give up" One, two, three.
The counting up has begun,
But you have not made off
With the gold because
You're too soft,
Your achilles' heel is your heart,
Don't let 'em get in your head!
Don't think you're better off dead!
You'll make it if you hold steady
And keep the race at a pace
Of a one-two count,
Keep the rhythm of your dying heart
In place, take a punch or two
At his face,
You'll win if you can keep pace.
Round four,
Its near the end
You know
That he's not your friend,
You know
That he's got a kid
To feed,
But you've got a family.
Don't let it get to your head,
Don't let it spread through your stead,
Just keep up with what's been said,
Let the words echo out in your head,
Go uppercut then right hook,
Knock him out before he can look
To see what's coming so soon.
Watch him fall to the ground,
Listen as the mat makes a sound,
Like a splat except a bit loud,
You'll notice him as he scowls
As the ref's lips read ten
And your proud,
But what is there to love now?
But what is there to love now?
You've beaten another man down,
You've just beaten another man down.