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