Survival Of The Fittest

Only the strong survive. Living all these days for myself, not you. Mind your own business, I do what I do. All of you who like to preach all day, Now hear what I have to say. The smell of leather makes me high, I feel good inside when you cry, nor remorse is felt when you sigh, Because skin keeps me warm and dry. Chorus (2x) To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile at you as I drive down the street Sitting in my car with plush leather seats Survival of the fittest and that is the beat And I eat all of the meat Don't get me wrong I come from the streets I'll tell you now it's strong over weak You slow--you blow and you will meet your defeat Now you will understand Chorus You will understand now