School of Hard Knocks - Biff Byford

I was brought up on the streets, British working class

My mother played piano, it echoes from the past

My father was a drinking man working all his life

Keeping us together through the trouble and the strife

I was brought up in the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

Trying to find my own feet

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

My brother had a friend, he taught me some guitar

I didn’t have a clue I just felt it in my heart

I was playing, praying, trying to break away

Looking for my future down the Rock 'n' Roll highway

I was running on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

Rocking to my own beat

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

I was trying to find my own feet

Rocking to m the back streets

Running from the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

Playing in a band, it’s harder than you think

Trying to keep away from the drug abuse and drink

I lost a lot of friends but I had to make a choice

To find another path and hear my inner

Voice

I was rocking on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

Trying to find my own feet

At the school of hard knocks

I was rocking on the back streets

Trying to find my own feet

Brought up in the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks