Lyrics:

Lyrics: Logan, EspositoHe was a back alley street fightin manHe just do what he pleaseA bad struttin mother, a sucker forHis gun and his needsYeah, mad at the worldThrown down and tied to the whippin'Post, oh he's a lost soulWho wants it allYou know a poor boy with muddy handsAin't got no childhood memoriesThere's no way out for this punk calledStreet fightin' manYeah, street fightin manWell there's a black cloud that coversThe city a shadow he standsTaken through the darkest alleyways andTaught fist, blood, and greedAnd nothing moreSad at the worldLike a heart that bleeds with a cutOd a knife oh he's a lost soulWho wants it allMad at the worldPoor souls how no respectFor no one at allOh I won't be coming homeNo I won'tStreet fightin' manHe was a back alley street fightin' manHe just do what he pleaseFor ever to be damnedJust a beggar, begging on his kneesYou know it;s down, down, downTo the depths of his soulThere ain't no loving home manFor tha street fightin' manStreet fightin' manAnd mad at the worldNo I won't be comingI won't be comingHomeThanks to Roman T. for sending this lyrics.
Lynch Mob Street Fightin' Man