A man on a lake
He sits there and waits
With the bait on the line
With everything fine
...
The Fighter
As the blood hits the floor
A bell rings
Now we have time to think
I don't know how long I can last
I not use to being so harassed
I'm not as fit I was before
I don't think I take punches anymore
I remember my career on the line
So I get back
To see how it goes
I got hit in the head
I could of dropped dead
But I held my ground
There's a ringing in my ear
Get louder as I get near
Nothing else I can hear
Wait a minutes
It's the wall
As it crash into me
I hit it so hard
Pass out on the spot
Hoping that I never wake up