PRIZE FIGHT LOVER
Meat Loaf: Vocals
Paul Crook: Guitars
Randy Flowers: Guitars, Vocals
Danny Miranda: Bass
Justin Avery: Keyboards
Dave Luther: Sax, Keyboards, Vocals
John Micelli: Drums
Patti Russo: Backing Vocals
CC Coletti: Backing Vocals
 
  PRIZE FIGHT LOVER

It's a bend-out, [...], burned-out saturday night
Under the crimson cut-throat canyon sky
Oh, the city's on fire but the hills are alive with the sound of this night, oh yeah

Baby leans close and she whispers she don't care
She wraps her legs round my waist, runs her fingers through my hair
She rests her head on these soft tail lights
Feel the world rushing under this bike
Hear the cold highway explode, in rubber and fire

Now the only thing that matters is this never cutting through this California wind
She said, "take me anywhere"
She said, "take me everywhere"

Everybody's got someone they don't wanna be
You don't wanna be you, I don't wanna be me
Everybody's got a plan, everybody's got a dream
I got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain't much that's mine, but these boots and this time
Maybe I'll take you right out of here
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
I'm a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer

Now the 101 is blacker than a funeral parade
I grab the trottle, left a scar on the interstate
You see, the funny thing about leaving town
You leave something you think you can't live without
Now we're heading off, but she's looking [...]

She whispered one last request, apologize to the desert wind
She said, "I'll never look back again"
She said, "I'll never look back again"

Everybody's got someone they don't wanna be
You don't wanna be you, I don't wanna be me
Everybody's got a plan, everybody's got a dream
I got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain't much that's mine, but these boots and this time
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
I'm a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer....

I got you right here, tucked behind my ear
Whisper all your fears and your dreams to me
I can feel you here, I feel your scarred soul speak
With longing and nerving and its depth and its need

The night is alive, this voice is a knife
Riding shotgun tonight on your contra-band soul
I got a key premonition, a wild proposition
Let the smoldering hunger in you explode

She ripped the knife from the scene with a futigive scream and a gypsy prayer
She said, "take me anywhere"
She said, "take me everywhere"

Everybody's got someone they don't wanna be
You don't wanna be you, I don't wanna be me
Everybody's got a plan, everybody's got a dream
I ain't got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain't much that's mine, but these boots and this time
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
Baby, I'll take you right out of here
I'm a prize fight lover, souló
I'm a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer.