| I’ve been outnumbered on a number of times
|
| Seven badges swinging but I still got mine
|
| I got blood sweat and tears and fifteen years
|
| I got a trunk full of pride we can take it outside
|
| We can walk through the valley of death, I’m still standing
|
| After the effects and suffering a crash landing
|
| Under the gun I’ve been underpaid
|
| Now I’m back from the grave what you got to say
|
| You’ll be staring at the sky
|
| With the stars around your head
|
| If you come and step to me
|
| Then you’re better of dead
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| You’re better of dead
|
| Late night shifts till I didn’t exist
|
| I’ve been dragged through the dirt and crossed off the list
|
| Stitches in my hand I got blood on the floor
|
| I’m from the city of steel have you been there before
|
| This is for the ones who fell for the hard working folks
|
| That have been through hell where respect comes first
|
| And your money comes last and if you ain’t got the money
|
| Gotta look out for somebody, look out
|
| You’ll be staring at the sky
|
| With the stars around your head
|
| If you come and step to me
|
| Then you’re better of dead
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| You’re better of dead
|
| Must be the time for you to make your mind up
|
| Must be the time for you to read the signs
|
| Must be the time for you to meet the maker
|
| Must be the time for your soul to cry
|
| Oh lord have mercy
|
| Now hit me
|
| You’ll be staring at the sky
|
| With the stars around your head
|
| If you come and step to me
|
| Then you’re better of dead
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| I wipe the floor with you
|
| You want to get down
|
| You’re better of dead |