Survivor, Jonathan Moffett
Ab, Bb, C, Cm, F, Fm, G, Gm
Raising up, back on the street, did my time, took my chances.
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet,
Yes, a man and his will to survive.
So many times, it happens too fast,
You trade your passion for glory, yeah.
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive.
He's the eye of the tiger, he's the thrill of the fight,
raising up to the challenge of forever.
And he laughs, now survival style, he's playing the knight,
And he's washing his soul with the eye of the tiger.
Face to face, out on the heat, hung in touch, staying hungry.
They start the old still we take to the street for the kill with the skill to survive.
He's the eye of the tiger in the thrill of the fight
Raising up to the challenge of a rival
Endless, now survival style
He's preying the night
And he's washing his soul with the eye of the tiger
Raising up, stride to the top
Had the gods called the glory
When the distant now and not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
In the eye of the tiger is the thrill of the fight
Raising up to the shawl of a rival
And the last now survivor starts his prey in the night
And he's washing his soul with the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger