The Fight

Got to vent steam somehow...

I see you coming down the road

Arms raised high 

And fists clenched and closed

I will get by

Without your vile stupidity

I am a better fighter than thee

I lived a rough time

I bought myself

Out of the crime

And now you tell me 

The fault is all mine!

The fighting won't stop

We're all too involved

From fists to machine-guns

We've had our fun

But now the deeds are done

So let us go down to another warzone

And provide for our brothers all alone...

I am doing my best

I have not killed for year

Now you bring me down to tears

With your useless tests

And unbelievable stress

Now I am ready to start again

The fighting won't stop

We're all too involved

From fists to machine-guns

We've had our fun

But now the deeds are done

So let us go down to another warzone

And provide for our brothers all alone...