Текст песни Fight - Hugh Durnford-Dionne

Your pants are muddy from playing outside
A couple years ago I'd be there with you but now I'm too proud

If freedom's what I want, then I'll have it tomorrow
But what I really want is to be guided like a dog
The choice to smell what's around
And the comfort of being pulled in some direction

The tables have turned, cause they've got too much to loose
And my mind is feeling old, there's too much to do

Come charge at me, and I'll stand this ground
Your twice my size, and four pounds
I've never been in a fight that made me bleed
I guess if I keep standing here, you'll just leave

You mess with me, and I'll find someone else
To mess with
It only makes sense