their eyes and people said: They live a dangerous life You better face it start rockin' the streets Run Comin' out fighting and believe in rock'n'roll Run Comin' out fighting
of a liftime Someone must lose It won't be you The battle of giants begins Fight the fight With a fistful of dynamite Fight the fight Eyes of the world
Oversettelse: Sinner. Comin 'Out Fighting.
Oversettelse: Sinner. Fight The Fight.
without a history Or a sinner without a future. We'll just have to make it right this time. There's no such thing, as a saint without a history Or a sinner
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw
Yeah, the crazy, the wizard So much whiskey all in my liver I really like the punch it delivers Makes me warm while I high-five sinners All alone tryin
a terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' bout it S-s-she's talkin' bout it Some callin me a sinner Some callin me
me A salvo of heavy artillery There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark 'Cause all the sinners
all their dirty remarks (One Love!) There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart!) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner Who has hurt all
all pass all their dirty remarks There is one question I'd really love to ask (One heart) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner Who has hurt all mankind
high, stay faded. (faded) Might feel a little better but the pain stays there. Its ok, the real gotta spike. Everywhere we go, the hood (?...). They can relate to the fight
me (If you're really there) Hear the sinner's prayer (This is my redemption song) Redemption song I really need to know if you are there If you could just, just hear a sinner
care of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner, So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner, I gots to fight
was still standin' but his home was gone Brother you would not believe What you can see from your knees Right then and there in an old sinner's prayer
oh, can tell that you a pro Swore up and down you never did this before, whatever just go slow Hated by all types, baby, fathers and dykes The type ready to fight
