Prize Fighter

Interprete: The Killers
Disco: Battle Born

Letra de la canción:

She’s a pillar by the day, a fire by the night

She’s a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright

When it comes to tightrope walkin’, she’s world renowned

Her elegance and charm are worthy of praise

And I heard she used to throw for the Oakland A’s

She works 268 hours a week, I’ve yet to meet her match

A marvel of modern science

She’s a natural born pioneer

I can’t make up my mind,

Should I put her on display or hide her?

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

I know that she’s out of my league

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

My uniform has been decreed

She’s a daughter of the gods, got a lot of clout

If she’s ever in a bind, I’ll get her out

And sometimes I have these nightmares, in the middle of the day

Where a hay-makin’ gypsy steals her away

There ain’t no doubt about it

I’m a slave to her shade of love

One day her majesty the Queen, unprovoked and unforeseen

Is gonna fly her over to England, put that sword on her shoulder,

And knight her!

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

No label’s gonna change where she’s from

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

And I’m dancin’ to the beat of her drum

She’s always on my side, rich or poor

And she’s with me all the way to the Golden Door

My lioness, my pièce de résistance

My only way

I’m gonna drive me an El Dorado

The colour of her marbly eyes

With twin bullet tail lights

And plates that we desire

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

Though the weather may be foul

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

Though the wind and the wolves may howl

(Prize fighter)

Through the sunshine, through the rain

I’m gonna be her prize fighter

Over and over again

Battle Born

La canción Prize Fighter esta incluida en el disco Battle Born de The Killers. Información y letras del disco.