Like a boxer in the ropes
That's how you often felt
You often doubled the stake
And every time you lost it
For every break on the ground
There is a mark on your wall
You only have left
A tiny piece of chalk in your hand
You have been counted down more than a few times
And for the K.o. sometimes not much was missing
So many right hands have blown you out of your shoes
But you were every time
Back up before the count was ten
Back up before the count was ten
The crowd, the ring, the beats,
That's all metaphoric, sure
Also that you own ego was
Your greatest adversary
But in the end it doesn' matter
Which way you win the fight with yourself
And you keep hoping, that maybe
A lucky punch might give you the turnaround
You have been counted down more than a few times
And for the K.o. sometimes not much was missing
So many right hands have blown you out of your shoes
But you were every time
Back up before the count was ten
Back up before the count was ten
Just act as your instincts tell you
Just act as your instincts tell you
And get back up again quickly
Before the referee waves
Just act as your instincts tell you
Just act as your instincts tell you
Ignore the pain
Before the referee waves