Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man
Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man
Theres something to be said of the gutter
Theres something to be said of the grave
Theres something to be said for the better
Im just trying to find my fucking way
Ive never been perfect
But who the fuck are you to judge
This is how I release my rage
I give absolutely no fucks
Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man
You still question my choices
Always talking but have nothing to say
You kept taking the worst and the best out of me
When the tide wasnt turning my way
If I was homeless
If I was dead or in a fucking cell
You wouldnt shed one fucking tear
I know the story all to well
Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man
Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man
Ive got the fists of a fighter
Heart of a warrior
Scars of a soldier
And the hands of a working man