Lyrics:
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
the Toreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
Going home
Da da, da da da, da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da
Da da da da da
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he
a fighter
I was born to be a fighter
You like to keep me insecure
By building a cage around me
Chasing a temporary cure
Cause I was hurt and lonely
I will
a fighter
I was born to be a fighter
You like to keep me insecure
By building a cage around me
Chasing a temporary cure
Cause I was hurt and lonely
I will
the fray
My brothers fall for you
To make a better place
The sound of silence
Is broken by the rage of war and time
The world is dying
I will keep my faith
Me no worry what comes my way, No
Cause there's power when I pray
My Father, He owns the day, Yeah
His strength ever on display
You're my fighter
fibro-fighters side by side
In the face of pain, we refuse to hide
I wear my scars with honor, each one a batch of fight
Glowing in the darkness, embers of my
(Into the fray)
We will be gods by the end of the day
The chaos of war
The blood and the bone
The future is silence
And silence alone
There is no sorrow
until it frays
For she outshines anyone
Whoever might dare to bask in
The same candlelight
Oh please don't seat us in the back
With all
of love in all its glory
They tell when the lights are soft an' low
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every night you'll see
you'll see)
Underneath the lamp post by the brigade
Standing all alone every night you'll see her wait,
And as they go marching to the fray
Little monkey swinging by me
From your fig tree
Your Jewish canteen
Baby pigeon, yellow diamonds
Queen of catskills
Sings so long sweet thing
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
Well I'm a lover not a fighter
So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now
'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments
No whoa oh oh
'Cause I'm a lover not
readiness to weep
Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed
But no one seemed to question in anyway
Freedom fighters
Throw your lighters in the air
Freedom fighters oh, tell 'em Matis
Sha' all of them freedom fighters
Now throw your lighters in-a
Step back a minute, ain't payin' no parkin' ticket
You won't like me when I'm angry now I'm close to livid
I found it by myself so I don't need no
One by one, they fall;
To insure, liberty.
Freedom fighters, raise your fists;
To insure, Victory.
One by one, they fall;
To insure, liberty.
There was once a mother who fell to deep
She left a little daughter for me to keep
She grew up to be a true princess of the street
A beauty caught by
My disposition permeates
The room when I walk in the place
I'm sorry!
By calculation I'm way too much
Pretentiously I bitch a buck
But you
blessed by the fighter
Who didn't fight for the prize
We were blessed by the mother
Who gave up the child
We were blessed by the soldier
Who gave up
A little more with every day
Inside my coat is silver lining
Who knows the price I have to pay
Once I was set up upon by thieves
You know they stole my
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