B. Dolan - Fight Night lyrics
[B. Dolan - Fight Night lyrics]
Step in the ring like a killer on the run
Dead man stare "Ready" everything it wants
Face flushed, taped gloves, laced up
The bigger they come
The deeper the grave dug
Layin' in the cut is the killer of kings
A trained gun will make 'em murder machine
A-gain the stomach muscle
Face to come and struggle
Blunt force to crush you
Make you lay amongst rubble
Recognize the weapon eyes headed for your jaw
Your jab was telegraphed soon as
You stepped in the door
You set it off with the simplest things
"All hail the king of the ring"
All fell when the Glock clip swings
And followed the forgotten instinct
When the darkness sings
Drop the gock when god's fists swing
Arms too short to box in
A box for sick dreams
Doing battle with the moving
Shadow- pure punishment
Hay makers and razorblades will cut
Your feet from under you you punch drunk
You fucked up- get naked in the agony
Paint your blood across the canvas
And create a masterpiece
You have to be fast on your feet
To last with the rapping police
And parry the jabs of the beast
With sociopaths trying to pass as athletes
This life is a fighter that devours the weak
Reach for the brass ring
All you get is the beat down
"Down goes the challenger"
Crowd out they're seats
They raise up a champion to smash 'em
They're so hungry for a piece of the action
Its fight night and the
Devil is ringside laughin'
Its fight night and the devil is ringside
Some fight for power, some fight for pride
Some fight to stay on top
Some fight to stay alive
Its fight night and the devil is ringside
Dead man stare "Ready" everything it wants
Face flushed, taped gloves, laced up
The bigger they come
The deeper the grave dug
Layin' in the cut is the killer of kings
A trained gun will make 'em murder machine
A-gain the stomach muscle
Face to come and struggle
Blunt force to crush you
Make you lay amongst rubble
Recognize the weapon eyes headed for your jaw
Your jab was telegraphed soon as
You stepped in the door
You set it off with the simplest things
"All hail the king of the ring"
All fell when the Glock clip swings
And followed the forgotten instinct
When the darkness sings
Drop the gock when god's fists swing
Arms too short to box in
A box for sick dreams
Doing battle with the moving
Shadow- pure punishment
Hay makers and razorblades will cut
Your feet from under you you punch drunk
You fucked up- get naked in the agony
Paint your blood across the canvas
And create a masterpiece
You have to be fast on your feet
To last with the rapping police
And parry the jabs of the beast
With sociopaths trying to pass as athletes
This life is a fighter that devours the weak
Reach for the brass ring
All you get is the beat down
"Down goes the challenger"
Crowd out they're seats
They raise up a champion to smash 'em
They're so hungry for a piece of the action
Its fight night and the
Devil is ringside laughin'
Its fight night and the devil is ringside
Some fight for power, some fight for pride
Some fight to stay on top
Some fight to stay alive
Its fight night and the devil is ringside