Tekster: Powerman 5000. Mega!! Kung Fu Radio. Standing 8.

Out on your feet standing 8, standing 8
You can't look to me when you sealed your own fate
It's one to four and you're halfway there
I can tell from your face, your and blank stare

That there ain't nothin' going on upstairs
And the state that you're in is despair
It ain't rare that your eyes are seeing double
It's par time for the course 'cause you know, you're in some trouble

One, check the eyes for some vision
Two, I seem to sense indecision
Three, you're getting weak in the knees
Four, crying, please baby, please

Five, begins the loss of the brain cells
Six, six, six, and you go to Hell
Seven, you ain't looking so right
Eight, it's too late, that's the end of the fight

Out on your feet, standing 8
Standing 8, out on your feet, standing 8

So what went wrong, you were so strong
Where's the flow in your show
Must been something, but I don't know
You fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove
It seems to me that your name is mud

Blood on the canvas, painting a portrait
A slice of life and the fact that you're unfit
But you kept steppin' and gettin' your wreckin'
It seems like awhile but it only took a second

Was that right? Was that the left?
Was it the jab? Or was it this hook?

It's undisputed, but who did the damage
Do you think you can manage?
Are you in or are you out?
Now there was a time when your mind was your mind

It's a desperate state I find when you're holding up the peace
Sign your name to the contract to get yourself
Some combat but won't that start bringing about decision
You've got a choice, much due respect or beat into submission