Fight Song

Fuck you

Fuck them and fuck the world too

Do I look like some bitch to you?

I'll bet a blackened eye that you'll remember my name

Well shorty, step right back and get out of my face

And my way

You turn my hard heart cold

Stealing what we earn and call "Rock 'n' Roll"

I'll bet our 2 cents an hour and all the hurt in the world that you all will burn

This is the fight song

Don't point your finger at me

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

This is the fight song

No matter where you're from

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

Listen

You make this bad blood rise

Hand me some rope 'cause I'll be hanging around

Hearing black tongue bitchin' for hours on end

Come on, give it a break and drop fucking...

Now let's keep it honest in here

I don't know you so you sure don't know me

So keep my name out of your mouth, we can keep it the same just like the doctor said

This is the fight song

Don't point your finger at me

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

This is the fight song

No matter where you're from

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

SOLO

This is the fight song

Don't point your finger at me

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

This is the fight song

No matter where you're from

Pray for that God forgives, I don't

No matter where you're from

Don't point at me, you hear?

God forgives, I don't

This is the fight song

This is the fight song

This is the fight song