Fight - Me And That Man, John Porter

Crashing into the eye of the storm

Lost the sun, feel all alone

I’m living outside of society

They got dream inspectors, hate detectors

A taste of the flesh, kiddie collectors

Feeding us on their prayers and misery

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the night

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the sky

This life is choking me

So many lies, I can’t breathe

Chained to their sick reality, yeah

They’re so neurotic, they’re psychotic

Got a hand deep inside your pocket

They locked us up and threw away the keys

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the night

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the sky

They poison our seas

They burn down our towns

They kiss the dollar

And profane the crown

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the night

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight, we gotta fight

We gotta fight for the right to fight

We’re gonna fire up the sky

Yeah