Music: lynch, logan Lyrics: logan, esposito He was a back alley street fightin man He...
Super soul fighter's coming Oh yeah Soul brother space man Flying through the sky Fighting...
Ooooooh...mmm...mmm... Extra! extra! I'm in love I gotta thank my luck stars above Hurry, hurry...
Like leather, steel enjines All the people gone street fighting mad (would it matter hard...
Never givin' up, got to go fuck up Want to locc up, before i smoke...
They ask why do we dress this way live for...
Why should go around and bashing one other if they...
So you hate your mom, you hate your dad you...
Better look out you've gotta move quick they're coming to...
You--you raised your fist you were some real anarchist made...
When i try to the right you always put me...
Hang out with me then you come and stab my...
So they say they'll set me free if i plead...
So many people will come and go past their time...
The birth of man was the birth of hell the...