I could have been a contender but my head wasn't cold
enough
As a child my wild eyes made up for what I was not
Now the chains rattle 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 times
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from my prime
I'm gonna be a contender
Well if you think it's easy, you best come well prepared
I live in no man's land, and you'll have to kill me there
I still love the taste of sweat and I love the smell of
blood
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 times
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from 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 upper cut caught you
I was there for the ten count
To tell you the truth, you're better off being naked with
death
You're better off naked with regret
You're better off make with your truth
I'd still put my money on you, I'd still put my money on
you
I'd still put my money on you, 'cause kid you got heart
By the gun, by the bullet, by the trigger, by the times
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