As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
Gospodin se odlično uklapa,
gospodina se lako zna!
Gospodin se posluži rukama,
njega ništa ne zanima…
I could dance all night like I’m a soul boy
But I know I’d rather drag myself across the dance floor
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains