Paroles: Final Fight. Under Attack. Getting My Eyes Checked.

I lost count of all the things I hated. From your face, and these clothes and the music. I'm still always rooting for the underdog. I just cna't stand following another man. The odds are defied, we are so surprised, and now I have a reason to smile. I'm not corrupt enough to follow a line, I'm just whole enough to follow my mind