School Of Hard Knocks letra

I was brought up on the streets, British working class
My mother played piano, it echoes from the past
My father was drinking man working all his life
Keeping us together through the trouble and the strife
I was brought up in the back streets
At the school of hard knocks
Trying to find my own feet
At the school fo hard knocks
School of hard knocks

My brother had a friend, he taught me some guitar
I din't have a clue I just felt it in my heart
I was playing, praying, trying to break away
Looking for my future down the Rock 'n' Roll highway
I was running on the back streets
At the school of hard knocks
Rocking to my won beat
At the school fo hard knocks
School of hard knocks
I was trying to find my own feet
Rocking to m the back streets
Running from the back

Biff Byford - Letras

• Black And White
• School Of Hard Knocks
• The Pit And The Pendulum
• Welcome To The Show