Текст песни Lynch Mob - Street Fightin` Man
Lynch Mob - Street Fightin` Man слова песни
Music: Lynch, LoganLyrics: Logan, EspositoHe was a back alley street fightin manHe just do what he pleaseA bad struttin mother, a sucker forHis gun and his needsYeah, mad at the worldThrown down and tied to the whippin`Post, oh he`s a lost soulWho wants it allYou know a poor boy with muddy handsAin`t got no childhood memoriesThere`s no way out for this punk calledStreet fightin` manYeah, street fightin manWell there`s a black cloud that coversThe city a shadow he standsTaken through the darkest alleyways andTaught fist, blood, and greedAnd nothing moreSad at the worldLike a heart that bleeds with a cut Od a knife oh he`s a lost soulWho wants it allMad at the worldPoor souls how no respectFor no one at allOh I won`t be coming homeNo I won`tStreet fightin` manHe was a back alley street fightin` manHe just do what he pleaseFor ever to be damnedJust a beggar, begging on his kneesYou know it;s down, down, downTo the depths of his soulThere ain`t no loving home manFor tha street fightin` manStreet fightin` manAnd mad at the worldNo I won`t be comingI won`t be coming Home