Fighting Back Songtext
von Voxtrot

Down and out in Beverly Hills
Desperate for a first world fantasy
A wrangler in a city of sin
An acolyte looking for a sanctuary
Delivering dresses to the stars
Rodeo Drive will shame you into nobody
It′s how we play the game of life
We take the cards, put 'em down and slay for mercy
Yeah I know you love a man who comes fighting back
I still wrestle with the vices of a teenage punk


And I know we′ve got the guts for the elegant age
We still set the controls for midnight
I'm ready to die to love, to let my small self go
I'm ready to give my heart, I′m ready to lose control
Say goodbye to all that jazz
Say goodbye to middle class luxury
Choose between the masters you serve
The angel of holy truth and the taste of money
Welcome to working man′s blues
Baby you're a star, don′t let 'em shake you

Kiss them on the way back up
′Cause power's not something you′re given, you take it honey
Yeah I know you love a man who comes fighting back
I still wrestle with the vices of a teenage punk
And I know we've got the guts for the elegant age
We still set the controls for midnight
I'm ready to die to love, to let my small self go
I′m ready to give my heart, I′m ready to lose control
And I know you're just trying to scare me
I know love is real, I know there′s a drum and it beats


Through the primitive chants of mercy that bloom in the dark
On Rosemont Street
And I'm breaking these walls of silence, you can′t hold me back
My drive is like ten 1000 wolves
It's like a storm that just keeps on raging
Born from a scar, so let it bleed
Yeah I know you love a man who comes fighting back
I still wrestle with the vices of a teenage punk
And I know we′ve got the guts for the elegant age
We still set the controls for midnight

Yeah I know you love a man who comes fighting back
I still wrestle with the vices of a teenage punk
And I know we've got the guts for the elegant age
Babe, I don't know the first thing
And I know you′re just trying to scare me
I know love is real, I know there′s a drum and it beats
Through the primitive chants of mercy that bloom in the dark
On Rosemont Street
And I'm breaking these walls of silence, you can′t hold me back
My drive is like ten 1000 wolves

It's like a storm that just keeps on raging
Born from a scar, so let it bleed
Yeah I know you love a man who comes fighting back
I still wrestle with the vices of a teenage punk
And I know we′ve got the guts for the elegant age
We still set the controls for midnight