Fight My Way Out

I'm ready
To fight my way
Out of this ghetto
Well I just got home from work
And I'm sick and tired of painting doors
It's all I can do to take it
But I about had it anymore
Oh I'm ready
To fight my way
Outta this ghetto
And I'm goin to have to go to the store and
Buy some milk, some crackers and some bread
It's not a great lot of fun, but it's better than bein' dead
Oh I'm ready
To fight my way
Outta this ghetto
Tomrrow morning I'm gonna get up
I'm gonna do the same goddamned thing
Makes me think about the American way of life
And lettin' freedom ring
Oh I'm ready
To fight my way
Outta this ghetto
So good night Ladies and Gentlemen
It's time to go to bed
And forget about all the damn laquer fumes boiling around in my head
Oh I'm ready
To fight my way
Outta this ghetto
And I'm so tired of thinking about quittin' smoking
Staying up too late
I'd like to buy a little shack in the beach in Mexico
And sell bait
Oh I'm ready
To fight my way
Outta this ghetto