歌词
I could have been a contender
But my head wasn't cold enough
As a child my wild eyes
Made up what I was not
Now the chains are at them
And I don't even care
I'm too young to be sure
And I'm far too old to be scared
By the gun, by the bullet
By the trigger, by the time
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood
That I could squeeze in my prime
I'm gonna be a contender
I'm gonna be a contender
Well if you think its easy
You best come well prepared
I live in all my ends line
And you'll have to kill me then
I still love the taste of sweat
And I love the smell of blood
Oh yeah
Alright
I love the rattle in my head
I love the fire in my lungs
By the gun, by the bullet
By the trigger, by the time
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood
That I could squeeze in my prime
I'm gonna be a contender
You were right to
Be mad about the things your mother never taught you
'Cause I was there when the uppercut caught you
I was there for the ten count
To tell you the truth
You're better off being making with them
You're better off making with regret
You're better off making with your truth
I still put my money on you
I still put my money on you
I still put my money on you
'Cause kid you've got hope
By the gun, by the bullet
By the trigger, by the time
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood
That I could squeeze in my prime
I'm gonna be a contender
By the gun, by the bullet
By the trigger, by the time
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood
That I could squeeze in my prime
I'm gonna be a contender