" - So Hermes, how does it feel
To be one of the all time greatest boxers in the world
And how do you prepare to defend your title
For the third year in a row?
- Okay, this is a consequence of a very hard training
That never stopped so I think this fight won't last so long, you know?
- Thank you very much, and good luck "
Hey kids, come gather round, a story is out in the town
It's about a man who was crowned with every title around
Mouth guard, short pants, sweat drops, gloves...
Now he's facing his rival
The bell just rang so the ring is burning
Crowd can't stop cheering
But an unfortunate punch erased his memory down
His pace is slow, as if he dragged a ton of chains in his back
And every breath is meant to be the last
♪
With some cloudy pictures, he's tryin' to find a reason
How his shining trophies have turned into a carton of whine?
The crowd of people turn into a crowd of doctors
And what he knew as walking, now is rolling in a damn chair
His past was filled with people, so much more than mind intruders
Talking everything his got, and left him rather dry
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Hey Mr. Hermes, now I wonder where you think you're going
Carring dusty gloves in your bag
Your sight is lost in your old memories
Now the ropes are falling
Your prescription's here, just close your eyes...
Have a nice trip, Hermes...