Prizefighter - Bush

There are days

When I fear for my life

Think that’s strange

Well that’s the waste of you

Sun up, time now for you to run

I will always know you, you’re a special one

Now I’m up on this climb, up on this climb

I won’t fade away

The best is yet to come

Sad you’re not around

The best is yet to come

Better get your feet back on the ground

Prisoner or passenger

A free man or scavenger

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

Who will be there

Cover when you fall

We’re all chasing something

How come you never call

The best is yet to come

Sad you’re not around

The best has just begun

Better get your feet back on the ground

Better get your feet back on the ground

Prisoner or passenger

A free man or scavenger

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

Prisoner or passenger

A free man or scavenger

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

I thought you all were beautiful

It doesn’t make sense, sense, sense

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter

I’m a prizefighter