Teksty: Midnight Oil. Jimmy Sharman's Boxers.

From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs
Sharman's tents roll into town
Twelve will face the auctioneer
Sharman's boxers stand their ground

Their days are darker than your nights
But they won't be the first to fall
Children broken from their dreams
But they won't be the first to fall

Fighting in the spotlight
Eyes turn blacker than their skin
For Jimmy Sharman's boxers
It's no better if you win

Standing in the darkness
Lined up waiting for the bell
The days are wasted drinking
At the first and last hotel

Why are we fighting for this?
Why are you paying for this?
You pay to see me fall
Like shrapnel to the floor

What is the reason for this?
There is a reason for this?
What is the reason
They keeping coming back for more?

The blows now bring him to his knees
But still the crowd calls out for more, for more
The drums are burning in his ears
The man keeps counting out the score

This is the place of first and last hotel
This is the place of first and last hotel
Stand on your face of first and last hotel
Not in the race of first and last hotel

Fighting in the spotlight
Eyes turn blacker than their skin
For Jimmy Sharman's boxers
It's no better if you win

Standing in the darkness
Lined up waiting for the bell
The days are wasted drinking
At the first and last hotel

Why are we fighting for this?
Why are you paying for this?
You pay to see me fall
Like shrapnel to the floor

What is the reason for this?
There is a reason for this?
What is the reason
They keeping coming back for more?

Why are we fighting?
Why are you paying?
Why why why why?
Why are we fighting?

Why are we fighting?

What is the reason
They keeping coming back for more?