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 f**ing way
Ive never been perfect
But who the f** are you to judge
This is how I release my rage
I give absolutely no f**s 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 f**ing cell
You wouldnt shed one f**ing 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