Golden Earring - The Fighter Lyrics
He was young when I first saw him, maybe 19 or soAnd I knew that he could go places, he'd never dreamed he'd goThere was a certain something, impossible to hideDynamite in both his hands, he swept 'm all asideSo they nicknamed him The Killer, and he lived up to that nameThe guys who tried to fight him, never came out quite the sameAnd man, the crowd just loved him, in those up and coming daysCarried him on their shoulders, while they showered him with praiseWell they loved him like a brother, 'cause he gave 'm all the thrillsCarin' shit about no self defence, only going for the killHe took a beating now and then, but stood there young and toughNever thougt of backing up, when the going got too roughHe came down like a shockwave, the title easlily wonHe just tore in there man, punching, taking two and landing oneLike a constant drip of water, wears down the hardest stoneAnd we all saw it coming, the inevitable fallThe nigt he lost his title, and the title wasn't allHe just started slippin', and down skids slicker than greaseHis drawing power faded, and the hero-worship creasedBut he could't stop the fighting, custom-made for the tradeWhile he blew away the money, on friends succeses had madeI saw him fight again last night, I wish I had been sparedThe sight of that poor old wreck, from who nobody caredHis eyes had lost their sparkle, his legs had lost their springAnd really it was pathetic, the way he strumblet thru' the ringWhile an upstart punched him dizzy, punched him silly bell to bellThe lust mad hungry wolf-pack, rode him to a far-ye-wellHere's the same punks, who once worshipped his shrine when he was kingCalling him a cowasr, as he was groping 'round the ringBut he didn't seem to notice, I thought he'll fight untill he's deadHe'll stay in there and take it, and keep the wolf-pack fedThey gave 'm his youth and and all his power, now they were tearing him apartMy eyes grew dim and misty, for that brave and gallant heartMan, if only I could have my way, I'd know axactly what to doI'd pitch 'm there with him, one by one and two by twoI'd see him bash their empty heads, egg-like broken shellsI'd jump up on my chair an yell for blood while down they fellI'd see 'm beg for mercy, groaning in the nightWhat's wrong you guys. can't you take itCome on you scum and fightKiller - killer - killer - killer
