Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living
And start living
And start living
Guitar Solo
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning