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

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.