THUNDERLEG

Thunderleg in a cold stone city
Looking up to Master for strength
“Willing to see a change in this city?
We have to fight!”, says Thunderleg

God is my Thunder I’ve got my legs
God in me makes me Thunderleg.
Kickin’, swinging, hitting and spinning
Mad Monkey Strike is just the beginning

Thunder-leg, Thunderleg-leg

Thunderleg kicks butts of the devils
Bringing down the lighting and flames
One more time the bad one has to beg:
“Leave me alone please, Thunderleg!”

Back out, back out while you can
I lack what I lack but fight like a man
70% leg, 30% fist
Ya better watch out, the twist of his wrist

Here I go a hitman by the grace
Humble holy temple
gets the power trough the faith
Monks of Shaolin falling like hay
Sticky kings obey, praying
Thunderleg 

God is my thunder 
I’ve got my legs God in me
makes me Thunderleg
70% leg, 30% fist
Ya better watch out
the twist of his wrist