Lyrics:

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

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 ya
Cause I was there when the upper cut caught ya

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 naked 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
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

 

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

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