Текст песни Street Fight - Hedley

Street Fight

Got in a street fight,
With the I.R.S and I’m alright,
Took one to the chest but I’m fine,
It’s all coming up roses.
Call me 'The White Guy With A Real Bad Case Of That Pink EyeBut it’s just a reflection of roses,
It’s all coming up roses.
And God damn it if it all works out,
And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out
I’m tired of this
What you see is What I have never tried to be Just let me breathe
Just take me anywhere but here
Take me anywhere but here
My fifteen minutes of fame are done,
And I don’t care
I was just having more fun than you,
And I didn’t ask for it anyways.
Now I’m on T. V, guess that’s not cool,
Now I’m a sellout,
But I’m not the only one with name brand shoes on,
You fucking moron.
And God damn it if it all works out,
And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out
I’m tired of this
What you see is What I have never tried to be Just let me breathe