It was a friday night, the feeling it was right For this streetfighting man, for this streetfighting man His fists were clenched tight the feeling was right For this streetfighting man, for this streetfighting man
All the kids were on the side Watching them have their fight No one stopped until the end Now that poor bastards dead
Sirens in the air but he didnt care For he's a streetfighting man, for he's a streetfighting man Now he's on the run for murder one For he's a streetfighting man, for he's a streetfighting man
All the kids were on the side Watching them have their fight No one stopped until the end Now that poor bastards dead
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