From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs   Sharman's tents roll into town   Twelve will face the auctioneer   Sharman's boxers stand their ground      Their days are darker than your nights   But they won't be the first to fall   Children broken from their dreams   But they won't be the first to fall      Fighting in the spotlight   Eyes turn blacker than their skin   For Jimmy Sharman's boxers   It's no better if you win      Standing in the darkness   Lined up waiting for the bell   The days are wasted drinking   At the first and last hotel      Why are we fighting for this?   Why are you paying for this?   You pay to see me fall   Like shrapnel to the floor      What is the reason for this?   There is a reason for this?   What is the reason   They keeping coming back for more?      The blows now bring him to his knees   But still the crowd calls out for more, for more   The drums are burning in his ears   The man keeps counting out the score      This is the place of first and last hotel   This is the place of first and last hotel   Stand on your face of first and last hotel   Not in the race of first and last hotel      Fighting in the spotlight   Eyes turn blacker than their skin   For Jimmy Sharman's boxers   It's no better if you win      Standing in the darkness   Lined up waiting for the bell   The days are wasted drinking   At the first and last hotel      Why are we fighting for this?   Why are you paying for this?   You pay to see me fall   Like shrapnel to the floor      What is the reason for this?   There is a reason for this?   What is the reason   They keeping coming back for more?      Why are we fighting?   Why are you paying?   Why why why why?   Why are we fighting?      Why are we fighting?      What is the reason   They keeping coming back for more?