Last round, bell has gone Been away, for far to long Now we’re up, back and swinging This is the time, when we start winning Off the matt, back with vengeance You’ve had your shot, with no defence This is our turn, is our fight We’re good to go, it’s time to fight
You can never stop us They will always drive us Title Fighter We want the big show
We are always fighting There is no denying Title Fighters Belief is all we know Were the prize fighters With the desire
Title Fight We will, we will never go
Winning the fight, its going our way In your face, we won’t go away Time to deliver, that knockout blow
It’s not an act, not for show Full speed ahead, full head of steam So pumped up, you can’t believe Fists held tight, ready to deploy Target locked in, seek and destroy
Energetic DIY skate-punk, it's over before it's barely begun; yet crams more hooks into a collection of two minute sonic blasts than most pop acts could manage with double the running time. Tristan