School of Hard Knocks

I was brought up on the streets British working class

My mother played piano echoes from the past

My father was a drinking man working all his life

Keeping us together through the trouble and the strife

I was brought up on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

Trying to find my own feet

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks, yeah

My brother had a friend he taught me some guitar

I didn't have a clue I just felt it in my heart

I was playing, playing, trying to break away

Looking for my future down the rock and roll highway

I was running on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

Rocking to my own beat

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

I was trying to find my own feet

Rocking to my own beat

Brought up on the back streets

The school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

Playing in a band is harder than you think

Trying to keep away from the drug abuse and drink

I lost 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 to my own beat

Brought up on my own feet

Rocking on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks

Made up my own feet

Rocking to my own beat

Yeah, brought up on the back streets

At the school of hard knocks

School of hard knocks