Back to the days when letters were seal
Aloss of the lass of fetters and zeal
Back to the days when a man was king for walking the streets proud
From the hips and heart and how the ****'s that

Walk the black line muck in get your some
Be a man and expect your worth
Walk the line and get your ******' ***
Be a woman and give it what's worth

The gloves and plither spleen
The crowns worn by the man on the street who walks proud

They're swarmin' and puggin' and juggin' and frocking
Down the dock or the railway station
They're bikkin' and bokkin' hookin' and grapplin'
For a piece of the fight
And they're fightin' for a piece of it

It's the same old story
There's people fighting for freedom
And there's people lappin' up cream
Surrounded by ***** cats on *******

***** straighten up and fight for your man
Box ***** straighten up and fight for your man

Pick n' pack an' slap and dance some
And don't just dance for anyone
Pick n' pack an' slap and dance some
And just don't dance for that ******* man

Spin a coin & come what may
Spin a coin and either way
When it's laid out in either side
Buck up
Get on up
Get up & fight with pride

Tear stained cloth and sweat stained loss
Protect ya brother and sister

The days ain't changed
There's my ******* ******* their hearts out for a chance
They're toiled and soiled
And they got broken against the wheel
What they wouldn't give for a sweet cherish with their lover girl
What you wouldn't give to go back those years

It's the same old story
There's people fighting for freedom
And there's people laying down
Being pampered by fans and fey

Box ***** straighten up and fight for your man
Smell the salt on your straight man's brow

If you let them take your time
Your brother may just drown
In your own filth and blood
If you're a kept pet
Then your claws are crimped girl
If your ******* a man
Then stand up for him
Go Girl go for him

The gloves and the plither spleen
The crowns worn by the man who stands proud

The gloves and the plither spleen
The wrangle and rail
The hooks and the jail

The hooks and the plither spleen
Give 'em what's got
Box *****
Don't stand for it!