Music: Lynch, Logan
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Lyrics: Logan, Esposito
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He was a back alley street fightin man
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He just do what he please
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A bad struttin mother, a sucker for
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His gun and his needs
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Yeah, mad at the world
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Thrown down and tied to the whippin'
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Post, oh he's a lost soul
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Who wants it all
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You know a poor boy with muddy hands
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Ain't got no childhood memories
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There's no way out for this punk called
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Street fightin' man
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Yeah, street fightin man
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Well there's a black cloud that covers
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The city a shadow he stands
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Taken through the darkest alleyways and
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Taught fist, blood, and greed
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And nothing more
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Sad at the world
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Like a heart that bleeds with a cut
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Od a knife oh he's a lost soul
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Who wants it all
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Mad at the world
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Poor souls how no respect
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For no one at all
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Oh I won't be coming home
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No I won't
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Street fightin' man
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He was a back alley street fightin' man
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He just do what he please
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For ever to be damned
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Just a beggar, begging on his knees
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You know it;s down, down, down
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To the depths of his soul
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There ain't no loving home man
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For tha street fightin' man
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Street fightin' man
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And mad at the world
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No I won't be coming
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I won't be coming
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Home
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Street Fightin' Man
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| Lynch Mob |
