Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man
Theres something to be said of the gutter Theres something to be said of the grave Theres something to be said for the better Im just trying to find my fucking way Ive never been perfect But who the fuck are you to judge This is how I release my rage I give absolutely no fucks
Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man
You still question my choices Always talking but have nothing to say You kept taking the worst and the best out of me When the tide wasnt turning my way If I was homeless If I was dead or in a fucking cell You wouldnt shed one fucking tear I know the story all to well
Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man
Ive got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man
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