Mike Tyson (Here It Comes)

Every man has a plan until he's punched in the mouth

And then he starts to look about

No, some look within, some look without

The search begins, as do the doubts

Here it comes, here it comes

There's a trap and here's a path of least resistance

The world starts to arrive, with its own insistence

Oh, one last song, one last dance

One more set of circumstance

Here it comes, here it comes

All the wasps have come alive

There's whistling again in the evening sky

Here it comes, here it comes

And in the end will you make amends or simply stand your ground?

Worn and ragged in the clothes that you found

Or naked in the ring, bloodied, unbound

Like a champ, waiting to be crowned

Here it comes, here it comes

Here it comes, here it comes