I'm used to feeling like I'm under the gun
Born on a Sunday in the house of the rising sun
The clouds were black, but I refuse to run
I could see through the smoke
I could feel it
Live and let live
Take it all the way
Fight another fight
For another day
Everything has changed, but the truth remains
I'll fight until my fists are bleeding
Heart stops beating
I'll fight until my fists are bleeding
Heart stops beating
I'm used to feeling like I'm under the gun
Born on a Sunday in the house of the rising sun
The clouds were black, but I refuse to run
I could see through the smoke
I could feel it
Live and let live
Take it all the way
Fight another fight
For another day
Everything has changed, but the truth remains
I'll fight until my fists are bleeding
Heart stop beating
I'll fight until my fists are bleeding
Heart stops beating
