Kit Walters - Outcast lyrics

I'm used to feeling like I'm under the gun Born on a Sunday in the House of the Rising Sun The clouds were black, but I refused to run I could see through the smoke, I could feel it Live and let live, take it all the way Fight another fight for another day Everything has changed, but the truth remains I fight until my fists start bleeding, heart stops beating Whoa-ayo-ayo, Whoa-ayo-ayo, Whoa-ayo-ayo I fight until my fists start bleeding, heart stops beating