I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air.
two beasts of burden at the ready,
as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood.
The bell sounds its violent echo
and with it
two artists paint the canvas crimson.
A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt.

what a world
what a life
what the **** am I doing with mine?
If life is like boxing,
I'm on the ropes