Asking only workman's wages I've come looking for a job
But I get no offers, just to come home from the warzone 7th Avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.

In clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of every bloke that laid him down
Or cut him 'till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains.