LYRIC FOR SALE

By GAP Publishing

Its early in the mornin and he’s feelin sad
All cut up and bleedin bad
Its the same old story he never does learn,
He just wants to make every street burn.

Last nite he was sittin inside a bar,
Thinkin bout his life he would like to go far,
But he knew he couldn’t do it the conventional way,
So he picked up his chain to hunt some prey.

Chorus.
He’s just a street fighter,
Nothin but a street fighter,
He wants to be famous but he doesn’t know how,
If only the boys cohld be here now,
He’s just a street fighter,
Nothin but a street fighter……

He meets up with the gand feelin kinda rough,
None of them know when they have had enough,
But now they have only got one thing in mind,
To see ho many victims they can find.

Repeat chorus.