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 wanna 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.
