Prizefight

Junior Murvin on the radio
I had the, top down and the car's real slow
I got a pork pie on the red velour for me

Two dollars for a glass of brew
Down at the Social with the Skeleton Crew
It was Danny Lawless and Irish Stew with me

All my sisters and my brothers
Punks and kids and nutters
All my boys in the city of saints
Three swallows on a bottle
(It's a prizefight) I'm squaring up
(It's a prizefight) no sucker punch
(It's a prizefight) and the prize was always you

Aimed the shark down the boulevard
Tattooed and proudly scarred
I laid my plan out on an old postcard for you

You were always at the top of my list
Sacred heart for a lonely wish
It's police and thieves on the end of a fist for me

Prizefight gonna rise above
Salvation sealed in blood
Gonna dispatch all my love to you