Turn the tables break your commandments of steel
I guess you’re breaking hearts tonight
Take your weapons and take the only thing that’s real
I guess you’re wearing red tonight
Only the fighter has got a soul
Only the fighter has got his back up against the wall
All night, all night
On the run
Justified, justified
You’re an animal
The master’s hunger
Is the thrill of the chase
I guess you’re wearing black tonight
And in the line of fire
Don’t take their life away
I guess they’re wearing black tonight
Only the fighter has got a soul
Only the fighter has got his back up against the wall
Chorus
Only the fighter has got a soul
Only the fighter has got his back up against the wall
