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Fite Nite

He enters the Dojo all fists of fury
Whilst I sit - all judge and jury
He wears that stupid Ohm tattoo
That reminds me of you

He wants to be part of my team
And live every fighters dream
Only there is no medal to win
And you�ll enter a life of sin

But he is young and brave
And his soul I cannot save
He has heard I can fight
And that my bark is worse than my bite

He knows how I broke my rib
And keeps my secret fib
I need to make his mind strong
If to this clan he wants to belong

I push his body to the extreme
He proves himself part of the team
Blood sweat and tears
He slowly overcomes his fears

Today is fight night
I keep him in my sight
Tonight he is my man
Alas it is all part of a plan

Time old story, they all want fame
Victory against their name
Forgetting their limited use
For now which I will abuse