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



Chorus