Junior Murvin on the radio I had the, top down and the car's real slow I got a pork pie on the red velour for me Two dollars for a glass of brew Down at the Social with the Skeleton Crew It was Danny Lawless and Irish Stew with me All my sisters and my brothers Punks and kids and nutters All my boys in the city of saints Three swallows on a bottle (It's a prizefight) I'm squaring up (It's a prizefight) no sucker punch (It's a prizefight) and the prize was always you Aimed the shark down the boulevard Tattooed and proudly scarred I laid my plan out on an old postcard for you You were always at the top of my list Sacred heart for a lonely wish It's police and thieves on the end of a fist for me Prizefight gonna rise above Salvation sealed in blood Gonna dispatch all my love to you