Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fighter, artist - Golden Earring. Album song Paradise In Distress, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Golden Earring Benelux
Song language: English
The Fighter |
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! |