You got that right Sure got that right I like to drink and to dance all night Comes to a fix not afraid to fight Said, you got that right Well I've heard lots of people say They're gonna settle down You don't see their faces And they don't come around

We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And we're all just runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand

If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and (No one's ever gonna stop us now) Well I woke up to the sound of silence the cars Were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you

Whoa, there's a party at a rich dude's house If ya wanna go, let me know We're gonna fight till we we do it right So let's, whoa Come on, let's do it Come on, let's do this (We don't care) Swimming pool, limousines (come on, let's do it)

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we we see the light We We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we we fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck what you think and say, Cause we we are gonna rock This whole place anyway. Mother fucking time to ride,

When I'm over you Someday, someday Some way, some way And I feel the weight lift 'Cause I see the shape shift Wanna fight, wanna get right Wanna live, wanna never die Gonna twist on the inside The way I do

We'll have to fight (We gon' fight) You're right, you're right, you're so right Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Brother you're right, you're right, We gonna fight (We gon' fight) Fighting for our rights Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Every

Oh she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of