Glorious janitors

The fighter was born to fight

Glorious janitors
The Fighter Was Born to Fight
Up on the hill, he's got the will
He's got the power to fight and to die
And in his eyes lies your demise
And there's no reason, so don't question why

Chorus:
He'll kill you, under the sun burning bright
The fighter was born to fight

He's onto you, he'll run you through
Carve up your flesh now, with his rusted knife
On the battleground, you will be found
An empty shell of a man that once held life

Chorus

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