Paroles de The Contender

The lights are spinnin I gotta get myself up off the floor My head is ringin Bet they think I cant take too much more The crowd is howlin Like the oceans pounding roar My legs are goin out Someone up there dont like me Now my right and my left will decide cause theyre done with this bum takin dives Now my eyes may be swollen with right hooks and tears But I see salvation tonight In a left and a right Called me a kid, champ or lefty A bowery kid to the core Fast cars and hipster movie stars I aint got none of that anymore Now Im down in the seventh In the eighth my ribs are sore In the ninth Im staggerin Someone up there dont like me Its a one-way ticket Smart moneys showin me the door Backed on the ropes now Someone up there dont like me anymore When the crowd goes silent One thing that I know for sure Knock me down one time Ill be comin back for more