Music: lynch, logan   Lyrics: logan, esposito         He was a back alley street fightin man   He just do what he please   A bad struttin mother, a sucker for   His gun and his needs      Yeah, mad at the world   Thrown down and tied to the whippin'   Post, oh he's a lost soul   Who wants it all      You know a poor boy with muddy hands   Ain't got no childhood memories   There's no way out for this punk called      Street fightin' man   Yeah, street fightin man      Well there's a black cloud that covers   The city a shadow he stands   Taken through the darkest alleyways and   Taught fist, blood, and greed   And nothing more      Sad at the world   Like a heart that bleeds with a cut   Od a knife oh he's a lost soul   Who wants it all   Mad at the world   Poor souls how no respect   For no one at all      Oh I won't be coming home   No I won't   Street fightin' man      He was a back alley street fightin' man   He just do what he please   For ever to be damned   Just a beggar, begging on his knees   You know it;s down, down, down   To the depths of his soul   There ain't no loving home man   For tha street fightin' man   Street fightin' man   And mad at the world   No I won't be coming   I won't be coming   Home