Dug through the ashtray Under the cushions Shook all my blue jeans Spent all day looking For enough change To get the rent paid Just so I can hang Here another week Yeah, I've been passed on Shown the way out Worn out these steel toes Kicking some doors down Just need that one chance Don't tell me that I can't I've gotta do it, man Ain't got no plan B I don't wanna go home And give in to all these people That say I can't do it I don't wanna prove 'em all right I'll take my licks and keep on Getting up swinging Is that all you got? Bring it So what I'm beat up and I'm bruised I didn't come here to lose Give me your heck no's You'll never make it All those cynical Back handed praises I'll turn them into Something I can use A little rocket fuel For my shooting star I don't wanna go home And give in to all these people That say I can't do it I don't wanna prove 'em all right I'll take my licks and keep on Getting up swinging Is that all you got? Bring it So what I'm beat up and I'm bruised I didn't come here to lose, no I don't wanna go home And give in to all these people No, I don't wanna prove 'em all right Ain't going back home, no, no I'll take my licks and keep on Getting up swinging Is that all you got? Bring it So what I'm beat up and I'm bruised So what I'm beat up and I'm bruised I didn't come here to lose, no no I didn't come here to lose Oh, ain't no turning back © LEXI'S PALM TREE MUSIC; MAJOR BOB MUSIC INC; SWEET SUMMER MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com