Street Fightin' Man

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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Thanks to Roman T. for sending this lyrics.