I’ve got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man I’ve got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man
There’s something to be said of the gutter There’s something to be said of the grave There’s something to be said for the better I’m just trying to find my fucking way I’ve never been perfect But who the fuck are you to judge This is how I release my rage I give absolutely no fucks
I’ve 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 wasn’t turning my way If I was homeless If I was dead or in a fucking cell You wouldn’t shed one fucking tear I know the story all to well
I’ve got the fists of a fighter Heart of a warrior Scars of a soldier And the hands of a working man I’ve 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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