From the Albums:   * Paradise in distress   * Last blast of the century      He was young when I first saw   him   (maybe) 19 or so   And I knew he would go places   He'd never dreamt he'd go   There was a certain something   Impossible to hide   Dynamite in both his hands   It swept ÂÂ'em all aside   So they nicknamed hem the killer   And he lived up to the name   The guys that tried to fight him   Never came out quite the same   And man, the crowd just loved him   In those up and coming days   Carried him on their shoulders   While they showered him with   praise   Well, they loved him like a brother   Cause he gave ÂÂ'em all the thrills   Carin' shit about no sef-defense   Only going for the kill   He took a beating now and then   But stood there young and tough   Never thought of backin' up   When the going got too rough   He came down like a shockwave   The title easily won   He just tore in there man, punching   Taking two and landing one   But that avalanche of punches   Eventually took it's toll   Like a constant drip of water   Wears down the hardest stone   And we all saw it comin'   The inevitable fall   The night he lost his title   And the title wasn't all   He just started slippin'   Down skids slicker than grease   His drawing power faded   And the hero-worship ceased   But he couldn't stop the fighting   Custom-made for the trade   While he blew away the money   On friends succes had made   I saw him fight again last night   I wish I had been spared   The sight of that poor old wreck   For whom nobody no longer cared   His eyes had lost their sparkle   His legs hado lost their spring   And it really was pathetic   The way he stumbled through the ring-