Street Fightin Man — 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 hes a lost soul

Who wants it all

You know a poor boy with muddy hands

Aint got no childhood memories

Theres no way out for this punk called

Street fightin man

Yeah, street fightin man

Well theres 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 hes a lost soul

Who wants it all

Mad at the world

Poor souls how no respect

For no one at all

Oh I wont be coming home

No I wont

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 aint no loving home man

For tha street fightin man

Street fightin man

And mad at the world

No I wont be coming

I wont be coming

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