| 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 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 |