Adrian Matejka - Prize Fighter lyrics

I love horses because they will outrun the fastest man. They are majestic, as stately as a Saturday woman before a party. Horses smell like what it means to be fast: sweat & gravel kicked up on early morning runs. The in&out of breath like gravel kicked up on early morning runs. The in & out of breath like gravel in tired lungs. I groomed & raced horses from Texas to Philadelphia until one broke my leg bone with a back kick. Thanks to that break, I can't ride anymore. Even if I could, we've got these automobiles now that can carry us a mile in a minute & I'm buying the fastest one I can find once I get my money together. I'm like an automobile in the ring. My fists work like cranked-up engines. I've got the kind of elasticity other fighters dream about after I put them to sleep on the canvas. When I clinch a man, it's like being swaddled in forgiveness. When I hook a man, it's like being hit by frustration. I can't tell if horses are happy or confounded by the new means of locomotion, but I can say with certainty my prize fighting cohorts are decidedly dissatisfied by my presence.