1st strophe:
out for the first - the atmosphere is heavy
world title lays on the line
strong and proud he is much older
i am the faster i’m in my prime
2nd strophe:
third round late he starts to tire
open cut over his left eye
smelling blood attack is relentless
in the back seats i see his girl cry
Chorus i:
cry - no mercy , no quarter
no place to hide for me and the man
lefts and rights never came in harder
no mercy , take it while you can - now!
no mercy take it while you can
3rd strophe:
back in my corner they scream "no mercy !"
"put him away , don’t let him recover !"
someone’s eyes drills holes in my head
it is his proud determined mother
Chorus ii:
cry - no mercy , no quarter
no place to hide for me or the man
right and wrong never came in harder
no mercy , take it while you can - now!
no mercy , take it while you can
Solo
4th strophe:
i wish another could do this thing for me
his eyes are flooded , doubt he can even see
i hungered this title but now it don’t seem right
i fight back tears while i destroy his life
Chorus i
chorus ii