The Contender

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