Fight Music for the Fight

In the back of his mind, he could have been a prize fighter Like Muhammad Ali, or maybe Prince Naseem But in school, he was preyed upon, right from the very start For being way too petite, and a little light on his feet 'Cause once he heard that Arnie was bullied at school But just a few years later he became the Terminator He turned his mind to steak and weights It's time to get those bullies back It's time to get those bullies right back Looking for some skinny kid, to break some bones Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tight He's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonight In the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the player This is fight music for the fight This is fight music for the fight Now it's ten years on; the weights have taken their toll Because he's dosed up on the steroids, and his plan's been deployed He's turned from victim into the oppressor Yes, he feels the satisfaction when he hears those backbones crackin' Every time he throws a fist, he feels he's getting them back For every time those knobs flushed his head down a bog So every night, you'll catch him on the door at the club Out his head, his eyeballs popping Yes, you'll see them heads are knocking He's looking for some skinny kid, to break some bones Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tight He's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonight In the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the player This is fight music for the fight This is fight music for the fight Na, na, na-na, na Na, na, na, na-na-na Na, na, na-na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na-na, na Na, na, na, na-na-na Na, na, na-na, na Na, na, na Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tight He's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonight In the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the player This is fight music for the fight This is fight music for the fight