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Madame Foo Foo (Dakota Staton) · The String Quartet Tribute to the Foo Fighters: Resident Adolescence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Guitar Tribute to the Foo Fighters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters [Bonus Tracks] (Foo Fighters) · Maximum Foo Fighters Audio Book (Foo Fighters) · The String Quartet Tribute to Foo Fighters: Ordinary Heroes (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So
there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing
are a fighter
You are a fighter
You are a fighter

And Kids got heart
Kids got heart
Kids got heart

If you're losing your wings
Feather by
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making
I know the just shall live 
I know the just shall live 
I know the just shall live 
By faith 

'Cause You won't let Your Holy One 
No, You
I'm always there but never seen
I live inside you like a scream
Let it be known as I attest
I never sleep I never rest

Just like a fighter with
And the spirits that we die for
And I will never let it go

Risin' up, I'm a fighter
Young and loud with desire
Heroes blessed by the fire
Now I live just
by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing
danger is the only level of that moment
but it's your moment and you know you'll fucking own it.
glorified in the grace by your victory
when your done,
fallen
They crawl out of their skins
They hear the moonlight falling
(?) there in

Take deep breaths to wait sweet seconds
The late day beckons
the street light
1-Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
They got
woman)
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!

(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear

(expert)
Now the principal language
guilt) Turn our backs on reality, we applaud the token truth The burden of logic it seems we live to betray Blinding our reason emotion gets in the way For
never thought I'd live to regret that day

* you put a scar on my heart I can't cover up and hide
I'm on the ropes in the corner with no fighter left
Thrown in together by life's crazy whims
That pepper and salt like their unshaven chins

CHORUS:
Harry and Joe lean to and fro
They lean on each other
The hell fighters
Warriors of ice
Midway through life, midway to death
The nomad soldiers fight for the best

Feel the chill by the polar race
Make
the bones and skin
When the dry walls start closin' in
I mosey out to hold the win

Kill switch, yeah, yeah
Kill switch, yeah, yeah
Kill switch

Welcome
done to you

I carry this .357 in my hand
Don't ask me why
If you don't want to understand
I keep on moving I keep driving through this land
And by
be eating em by the fo's at least
marinating niggas skin like a thick slab of roast beef
then I'm cooking em while I'm fiending for fee
drinking a 40
There's a story to tell about days of old
A man and his gun, a street fighter I'm told
There's one in every town, tryin' to make himself a name
If
Who's this face in the mirror that I see
Sometimes confused by the double standards of society
And maybe I'm wrong about the way I feel
But then
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
of dreams

Her name is no mercy
She's the calm before the storm
Fighters have only but one tool
We live by one golden rule
We're gonna lay down our
this case closed shut by my nails as you lay
Rest us here buried by my voice in roses you lay
There's your grave

In my arms
You peel the skin right
mountain cider by the suicide mines
I want to be fighter when the pilots not light up
Screaming, sucking, slurping chimes
It often makes me wonder if we'll