И любая корона падёт

Smoke in the room, lights hangin' low, a tight old bulb swingin' slow
Coins on the table, sweat on the floor, come watchin' the last fight, seen it before
Faces in the shadows whisper and grin, every poor soul bettin' he'll win
Glass on the bar, silence around, waitin' for that lonesome sound
The room holds still before the fight, every d*mn fool here chasin' the crown
The bell rings, the round begins, round, let the damage in
Round, dreams step in the ring, round, watch the kings give in
Two shadows circlin' and under the light, one's got the hunger, one's got the spite
Crowds holdin' breath, smokin' their lungs, truth cuts deep when you're still young
Gloves hit bone, echoes around, pride goes crashin' to the ground