Golden Earring The Fighter Lyrics

The Fighter Lyrics

From the Albums:

* Paradise in distress

* Last blast of the century



He was young when I first saw

him

(maybe) 19 or so

And I knew he would go places

He'd never dreamt he'd go

There was a certain something

Impossible to hide

Dynamite in both his hands

It swept ‘em all aside

So they nicknamed hem the killer

And he lived up to the name

The guys that tried to fight him

Never came out quite the same

And man, the crowd just loved him

In those up and coming days

Carried him on their shoulders

While they showered him with

praise

Well, they loved him like a brother

Cause he gave ‘em all the thrills

Carin' shit about no sef-defense

Only going for the kill

He took a beating now and then

But stood there young and tough

Never thought of backin' up

When the going got too rough

He came down like a shockwave

The title easily won

He just tore in there man, punching

Taking two and landing one

But that avalanche of punches

Eventually took it's toll

Like a constant drip of water

Wears down the hardest stone

And we all saw it comin'

The inevitable fall

The night he lost his title

And the title wasn't all

He just started slippin'

Down skids slicker than grease

His drawing power faded

And the hero-worship ceased

But he couldn't stop the fighting

Custom-made for the trade

While he blew away the money

On friends succes had made

I saw him fight again last night

I wish I had been spared

The sight of that poor old wreck

For whom nobody no longer cared

His eyes had lost their sparkle

His legs hado lost their spring

And it really was pathetic

The way he stumbled through the ring

While an upstart punched him dizzy

Punched him silly bell to bell

The lust mad hungry wolfpack

Rode him to a far-ye-well

Here's the same punks

Who once worshipped

His shrine when he was king

Callin' him a coward

And he was groping ‘round the ring

But he didn't seem to notice

I thought he'll fight until he's dead

He'll stay in there and take it

And keep the wolf-pack fed

He gave ‘em his youth and all his power

Now they were tearin' him apart

My eyes grew dim and misty with tears

For that brave and gallant heart

Man if only I could have my way

I'd know exactly what to do

I'd pitch ‘em right in there with him

One by one and two by two

I'd see him bash their empty heads

Egg-like broken shells

I'd jump up on my chair and yell

For blood while down they fell

I'd see ‘em beg for mercy

Groaning in the night

What's wrong, you guys can't you take it?

Come on you scum and fight!