A quiet moment before the champ goes downthrough the doors of his decision to fightthrough one last round.
Though he's beaten and he knows it,no way in hell he's gonna throw it all away.
So on with the round and into the light of allthe camera and predictions, news radio depictionsof a fight he knew he'd never win.
So for the record it's just another day, all thingsfade away. 
He stood fast 'till the end and met hisfate with right hook to oblivion and no one cried
His opponent young and eager to accept the admirationof the crowd paid no attention. 
So down he goessurrounded by the faces that once proudly, only built himup. 
Now he lies surrounded by the one who do not care
Signed, sealed, delivered. 
He stood fast right until thevery end, no commentary about the sate of grace he's in.
So for the record, it's just another day. 
All things fade away
It's just another day, how will i fade away.