From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs Sharmans tents roll into town Twelve will face the auctioneer Sharmans Boxers stand their ground Their days are darker than your nights But they wont be the first to fall Children broken from their dreams But they wont be the first to fall Fighting in the spotlight Eyes turn blacker than their skin For Jimmy Sharmans boxers Its 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 HirstMoginie
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