Dan Reeder - Fight My Way Out lyrics

rate me

I'm ready

to fight my way

out of this ghetto

Well I just got home from work

and I'm sick and tired of painting doors

it's all I can do to take it

but I about had it anymore

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

And I'm goin to have to go to the store and

buy some milk, some crackers and some bread

it's not a great lot of fun, but it's better than bein' dead

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

Tomrrow morning I'm gonna get up

I'm gonna do the same goddamned thing

makes me think about the American way of life,

and lettin' freedom ring

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

So good night Ladies and Gentlemen

It's time to go to bed

and forget about all the damn laquer fumes boiling around in my head

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

And I'm so tired of thinking about quittin' smoking

staying up too late

I'd like to buy a little shack in the beach in Mexico

and sell bait

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto