Contender de Strung Out

A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight for one last round.
though he's beaten and he knows it, no way in hell he's gonna throw it away
So on with the round and into the light of all the cameras and predictions,
news radio depictions of a fight he knew he'd never win
So for the
it's just another
all things fade
He stood fast 'til the end and met his fate with a right hook to oblivion and no one cried.
his opponent young and eager to accept the admiration of the crowd paid no attention.
So down he goes surrounded by the faces that once proudly, only built him up.
now he lies surrounded by the ones who do not care. signed, sealed,
He stood fast right until the very end, no commentary about the state of grace he's in.
the champion has lost, what will the paper say about a man whose proven only to be a man.
So for the
it's just another
all things fade
it's just another
how will i fade