The Boxer - The Orwells

Lately I can’t explain

Been shadow boxing a fogged up mirror

In the morning with the heavy bags

Under the eyes of a half assed leer

I’m made into a villain

Bank in the pocket

Love at the table by my side

Take all my winnings

Buy out the building

I’m not the man to take a dive

Forgo companionship

Forgot my name when my brain got sick

Turned in my concrete mitts

For a half wit kid and a grocery list

I get handsy force of habit

Former champ drives a station wagon

Name lit up at the dealership

I ain’t half the man that his grandpa is

I’m made into a villain

Bank in the pocket

Love at the table by my side

Take all my winnings

Buy out the building

I’m not the man to take a dive

Pacing the lobby Ma couldn’t find me

Iron my shirt and call my ride

Hands on the table checks in the mail

I got a fight quarter past five

I’m made into a villain

Bank in the pocket

Love at the table by my side

Take all my winnings

Buy out the building

I’m not the man to take a dive

Pacing the lobby Ma couldn’t find me

Iron my shirt and call my ride

Hands on the table checks in the mail

I got a fight quarter past five