Dropkick Murphys. You're A Rebel. Zeneszám
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[Originally by Iron Cross]
Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He?s a foreigner in his own land
When there?s nowhere else to run
You?re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You?re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You?re a rebel
Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there
When there?s nowhere else to run
You?re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You?re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You?re a rebel
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bloodied
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bloodied
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bleeding
Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there
[Originally by Iron Cross]
Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He?s a foreigner in his own land
When there?s nowhere else to run
You?re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You?re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You?re a rebel
Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there
When there?s nowhere else to run
You?re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You?re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You?re a rebel
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bloodied
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bloodied
You?re a rebel and not a winner
You?re a fighter and now you?re bleeding
Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there
Dropkick Murphys
Dropkick Murphys