Testo The Fighter - Golden Earring
Testo della canzone The Fighter (Golden Earring), tratta dall'album Paradise In Distress
So young when I first saw him
Maybe 19 or so
And I knew he could go places
He never dreamed he'd go
There was a certain something
Just impossible to hide
Dynamite in both his hands
He swept them all aside
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
So they nicknamed him the Killer
He lived up to his 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
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Well, they loved him like a brother
'Cause he gave them all the thrills
Caring shit about no self defense
Only going for the kill
He took a beating now and then
But stood there young and tough
Never thought of backing up
When the going got too rough
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
He came down like a shock wave
The title easily won
Just touring them and punching
Taking two and landing one
But that avalanche of punches
Eventually took its toll
Like a constant drip of water
Wears down the heart of stone
Killer
Killer
Killer
And we all saw it coming, the inevitable fall
The night he lost his title, and the title wasn't all
He just started slipping, hit the skids, slickening grease
As his drawing power had faded and the hero worship ceased
But he couldn't stop the fighting 'cause they made the trade
While he blew away the money on friends success had made
Saw him fight last night, I wish I had been spared
The sight of that corrupt fuck for whom nobody, nobody cared
Killer
Killer
Killer
His eyes had lost their sparkle
His legs had 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 wolf pack
Rode into a fare you well
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Here's the same punks who once worshipped
Enshrined when he was a king
Calling him a coward
As he was groping 'round the ring
But he didn't seem to notice
I thought he'd fight 'til he was dead
He'd stand there and take it
And keep the wolf pack fed
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
He gave his youth and all his fighting power
Now they were bringing him down, tearing 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 know exactly what to do
I would push them right in there with him
One by one and two by two
I'd see them 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 them 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
Killer
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Writer(s): George J Kooymans, Barry A Hay
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