Boxers - Morrissey

Losing in front of your home crowd

You wished the ground would open up

And take you down

And will time never pass

Will time

Never pass

For us

Your weary wife is walking away

Your nephew is true

Well, he thinks the world of you

And I have to close my eyes

Losing in front of your home town

The crowd call your name

They love you

All the same

The sound, the smell, and the spray

You will take them all away

And they’ll stay till the grave

Your weary wife is walking away

Your nephew is true

Well, he thinks the world of you

And I have to close my eyes

Losing in your home town

Hell is the bell

That will not ring again

You will return one day

Oh, because of all the things

That you see

When your eyes close

Your weary wife walking away

Your nephew is true

He still thinks the world of you

And I have to dry my eyes