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Lyrics
Just a gang of four Got each other's back Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack Tearin' up the world Put ourselves through hell Just to have a story we can tell You can't stop us cause' we're Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out goin' out swingin' Like a midnight alley fight Come on come on come on come on bring it Local gutter rats On the streets of gold Crashing stolen cars and sellin' souls Setting off alarms Watch the system burn Ain't it crazy how the tables turn You can't stop us cause' we're Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out goin' out swingin' Like a midnight alley fight Come on come on come on come on bring it [Solo] Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out goin' out swingin' Like a midnight alley fight Come on come on come on come on bring it
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