Street Fightin` Man — текст песни (Lynch Mob)

Music: Lynch, Logan
Lyrics: Logan, Esposito


He was a back alley street fightin man
He just do what he please
A bad struttin mother, a sucker for
His gun and his needs

Yeah, mad at the world
Thrown down and tied to the whippin`
Post, oh he`s a lost soul
Who wants it all

You know a poor boy with muddy hands
Ain`t got no childhood memories
There`s no way out for this punk called

Street fightin` man
Yeah, street fightin man

Well there`s a black cloud that covers
The city a shadow he stands
Taken through the darkest alleyways and
Taught fist, blood, and greed
And nothing more

Sad at the world
Like a heart that bleeds with a cut
Od a knife oh he`s a lost soul
Who wants it all
Mad at the world
Poor souls how no respect
For no one at all

Oh I won`t be coming home
No I won`t
Street fightin` man

He was a back alley street fightin` man
He just do what he please
For ever to be damned
Just a beggar, begging on his knees
You know it;s down, down, down
To the depths of his soul
There ain`t no loving home man
For tha street fightin` man
Street fightin` man
And mad at the world
No I won`t be coming
I won`t be coming
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