| 1st Strophe:
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| Out for the first — the atmosphere is heavy
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| World title lays on the line
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| Strong and proud he is much older
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| I am the faster I’m in my prime
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| 2nd Strophe:
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| Third round late he starts to tire
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| Open cut over his left eye
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| Smelling blood attack is relentless
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| In the back seats I see his girl cry
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| Chorus I:
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| Cry — No mercy, no quarter
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| No place to hide for me and the man
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| Lefts and rights never came in harder
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| No mercy, take it while you can — now!
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| No mercy take it while you can
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| 3rd Strophe:
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| Back in my corner they scream ' No mercy !"
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| ' Put him away, don’t let him recover !"
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| Someone’s eyes drills holes in my head
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| It is his proud determined mother
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| Chorus II:
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| Cry — No mercy, no quarter
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| No place to hide for me or the man
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| Right and wrong never came in harder
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| No mercy, take it while you can — now!
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| No mercy, take it while you can
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| 4th Strophe:
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| I wish another could do this thing for me
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| His eyes are flooded, doubt he can even see
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| I hungered this title but now it don’t seem right
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| I fight back tears while I destroy his life
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| Chorus I
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| Chorus II |