Every day a little harder
Look out, boy, you're on your own
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes

It's just a job, swing with the punches
Pick up your hands, sting like a bee

Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows

Every day a little slower
It's just the sweat in my eyes
You don't look the way you used to
Don't drink that water, though it tastes nice

On the ropes and in a corner
Just gotta give me one more try

Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Who makes the money? I didn't spend it
The dice were loaded once or twice

Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home