School of Hard Knocks

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 streets
 At the school fo hard knocks
 School of hard knocks
 Playing in a band, it's hard than you think
 Trying to keep away from the drug abuse and drink
 I lot a lot of friends but I had to make a choice
 To find another path and hear my inner
 Voice
 I was rocking on the back streets
 At the school of hard knocks
 Trying to find my own feet
 At the school of hard knocks
 I was rocking on the back streets
 Trying to find my own feet
 Brought up in the back streets
 At the school fo hard knocks
 School of hard knocks