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
  The drums are burning in his ears
  The man keeps counting out the score