(Inspired by Max's On Main - Max's Story)
Brothers who fight the good fight,
Who battle life's beatings by song and soft lights,
We combat with kinship and memorable nights,
The woes of the corners to which we belong.
Strategy, talent and might,
We go round for round with the world's appetites,
And punch-drunk with love we restore paradise.
Each jovial jab, granting strength to push on.
Quick on our feet, we are spry,
We are bruised, we are bloodied, yet holding the prize,
Knocked down for the count when we first had arrived,
we leave here as champions, standing and strong.
Who battle life's beatings by song and soft lights,
We combat with kinship and memorable nights,
The woes of the corners to which we belong.
Strategy, talent and might,
We go round for round with the world's appetites,
And punch-drunk with love we restore paradise.
Each jovial jab, granting strength to push on.
Quick on our feet, we are spry,
We are bruised, we are bloodied, yet holding the prize,
Knocked down for the count when we first had arrived,
we leave here as champions, standing and strong.
