Fighting my way back

I'm tough, rough, ready and able

To pick myself up from under this table

Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label

I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable

 

But I'm fighting my way back

 

I'm busting out and I'm going in

I'm kicking up about the state I'm in

Looking to my future, not my past

I want to be a good boy but how long can it last

 

Fighting my way back

 

This kid is going to wreck and ruin

I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing

You see it happened all a little too soon

But it's all there in this here tune

Copyright: Pippin The Friendly Ranger Mus. Co. Ltd.

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