Street Fighting Man

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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