The Pugilist Lyrics

There's plenty of time for contemplation, hmmm, hmmm

Long after the adulation has gone

There's plenty of time for contemplation, hmmm, hmmm

Long after the adulation has gone

They used to say, his fists of steel, would wear them down like a grinding wheel

How he could make them cheer, when they entered his world of bright, bright veneer

But that was long ago, another time, before he entered a life of crime

And now he needed an alibi, someone who would stand, by, him…

She, steadfast and true, the kind of girl that you knew would be there, always there, always there

A small miscue, things didn't go to plan, how to deal with a fallen man?

All around there was great surprise, now its time for black, black and white lies, from (her)

Her, faithful and true, the kind of girl who would always be there, always there, always there

There's plenty of time for condemnation, hmmm, hmmm

Long after the admiration has gone

There's plenty of time for condemnation, hmmm, hmmm

Long after the admiration has gone (from)

Her, steadfast and true, the kind of girl who would always be there, always there, always there

Her, steadfast and true, the kind of girl that you knew would be there, but she's not there, not there she's not there