There's a man Living on the kind of street that makes you wonder Got a face that tells the life of city thunder Here's the man In his hand Is a gun that says he doesn't need a reason And there's no-one gonna take away the freedom In his hand He's a bad mistake Got no heart to hate Got a mind that can He's a fighter's fighting man He's got style Got a reputation no-one dares to question Gives you promises if you should ever mention He's got style Got a road Stretches straight between the eyes of any hero Through the heart of many fools who try it's zero Down the road Fighter's fighting man He's got arms of steel He's got hands that kill Got a mind that can He's a fighter's fighting man