"Prizefighters" lyrics

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

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
You've just got to give me one more try

Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows

Who made the money?
I didn't spend it
The dice were loaded once or twice

Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows