(Michael Timmins)
Every man has a plan
until he’s punched in the mouth
and then he starts to look about
some look within some look without
the search begins as do the doubts
here it comes, here it comes
there’s a trap, and here’s a path of least resistance
the world starts to arrive with it’s own insistence
one last song, one last dance
one more set of circumstance
here it comes, here it comes
now the walls have come alive
there’s whistling again in the evening sky
here it comes, here it comes
and in the end will you make amends
or simply stand your ground
worn and ragged in the clothes that you found
or naked in the ring bloodied unbound
like a champ waiting to be crowned
here it comes, here it comes