Mike Tyson (Here It Comes)

Every man has a plan until he's punched in the mouth
And then he starts to look about
No, some look within, some look without
The search begins, as do the doubts
Here it comes, here it comes

There's a trap and here's a path of least resistance
The world starts to arrive, with its own insistence
Oh, one last song, one last dance
One more set of circumstance
Here it comes, here it comes

All the wasps have come alive
There's whistling again in the evening sky
Here it comes, here it comes

And in the end will you make amends or simply stand your ground?
Worn and ragged in the clothes that you found
Or naked in the ring, bloodied, unbound
Like a champ, waiting to be crowned
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes