10 Rounds

At the beginning you arrive Strung out nerves, tension high Get in the locker room Hoping someone’s in your corner Time stands still Until the song comes on The gym is small For an amateur Round one is coming up Hands wrapped tight Mouth dry, eyes locked No room to hide Round one is coming up Hear that bell? Breathe in deep Now get inside [chorus] Hands up high No room to breathe One more slip Then you feel the sting The bell rings To your corner you go Rinse out the mouth Breathe in slow [Verse 2] Round two bell rings The dance in that center stage Two fighters meet Gritting teeth, testing each other’s speed Jabs left and right Duck and fight All the while seeing the weave [chorus] Left hand snap Right hand slide Take that shot Then you roll to the side Then you feel the sting The bell rings To your corner you go Rinse out the mouth Breathe in slow [Verse 3] Round three, then four, followed by five Sweat on the brow coach says now You can turn this around are you winning as the blood starts dripping sweat stings the eyes hook comes in the crack against skin are you going down? [chorus] Then you feel the sting The bell rings this time you were saved cards not in your favor this round To your corner you go Rinse out the mouth Breathe in slow [Verse 4] Round six through nine Cant go down again dig in Step to the line Eyes on the prize Read the feint Then you drive inside You circle slow Then you snap in close Eyes locked tight No room for doubt Every move says more Than a mouth ever could. [chorus] Both feeling the pain Give and take neither fight willing to yield Then you feel the sting The bell rings To your corner you go Rinse out the mouth Breathe in slow [Verse 5] Round ten this is it this is the end, everything to win The towel comes off Hands get set The crowd leans in Like they forgot to blink One more step One more shot One clean hit can change the thing. You read that feint You catch that sway Then you trade in the light For the hard truth way No pretty talk Just footwork and sweat And the sound of the mat [Final Chorus] Then you feel the sting A Ten count from the Black and white The bell rings To your corner you go Rinse out the mouth Breathe in slow The fights over how are you going home? [Transition] Then the fight ends And you hold your breath What comes next now Ain't clear yet Two roads in front Both got scars One says winner One says hard [Transition] Hand held up high Crowd goes loud Doc in the back Calls you out Needle and thread Quick little stitch Cash in your palm That victory itch [Transition] Other road cuts deep Your mouth tastes of rust You still get the check But it don’t feel just Can it cover the bill? Can it cover the cut? Shame in your eyes But you button it up Shame on your coat Bruise on your skin Take that loss down Then build again Walk it off slow No need to boast There's always the next one When you're done with this ghost So now you have seen how did you go Home? so in the end ask yourself How did you go home