Golden Earrings The Fighter Lyrics

The Fighter Lyrics

He was young when I first saw him, maybe 19 or so
And I knew that he could go
places, he'd never dreamed he'd go
There was a certain something, impossible
to hide
Dynamite in both his hands, he swept 'm all aside

So they
nicknamed him The Killer, and he lived up to that name
The guys who 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 'm all the thrills
Carin' shit about no self defence, only going for
the kill
He took a beating now and then, but stood there young and
tough
Never thougt of backing up, when the going got too rough

He
came down like a shockwave, the title easlily won
He just tore in there man,
punching, taking two and landing one
Like a constant drip of water, wears
down the hardest stone
And we all saw it coming, the inevitable fall
The
nigt he lost his title, and the title wasn't all
He just started slippin',
and down skids slicker than grease
His drawing power faded, and the
hero-worship creased
But he could't stop the fighting, custom-made for the
trade
While he blew away the money, on friends succeses had made
I saw
him fight again last night, I wish I had been spared
The sight of that poor
old wreck, from who nobody cared

His eyes had lost their sparkle, his
legs had lost their spring
And really it was pathetic, the way he strumblet
thru' the ring
While an upstart punched him dizzy, punched him silly bell to
bell
The lust mad hungry wolf-pack, rode him to a far-ye-well
Here's the
same punks, who once worshipped his shrine when he was king
Calling him a
cowasr, as he was groping 'round the ring
But he didn't seem to notice, I
thought he'll fight untill he's dead
He'll stay in there and take it, and
keep the wolf-pack fed

They gave 'm his youth and and all his power, now
they were tearing him apart
My eyes grew dim and misty, for that brave and
gallant heart
Man, if only I could have my way, I'd know axactly what to
do
I'd pitch 'm 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 an
yell for blood while down they fell
I'd see 'm beg for mercy, groaning in
the night
What's wrong you guys. can't you take it
Come on you scum and
fight

Killer - killer - killer - killer