Fighting Back

Lyrics for Fighting Back

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