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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