Fight dirty.
That's what he said
After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes.
Cue ball corner pocket
Blue chalk on his chin
Some lonesome balls
In a sky of dents
Gotta throw them a curveball
A swing and a miss
Play nicely
That's what they taught to me
Said share-fairing good sports will do the same
But the more that I sweat
The more that I bleed
While the hotshot on top is counting all his beans
He highlit & backspaced my father's factory
'Cause as far back as I can remember
The ballfield was never that level or even
The wind in the tides
The sand in our eyes
So if we're to rise
Gotta stand on each others backs
And fight dirty.
No more fooling around for me
With permits and escorts
And picnics for peace
There's a top to take back
Like a bus seat to keep
Time to put up your dukes
Scratch fight kick and SCREAM
I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed.
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Fight dirty
Hit below the waist
That's how it's done to us
Behind closed doors each day
Laws they don't follow,
Treaties they snap
With a shake and a putt
And the raise of a glass
You fixed the game?
I'll cheat if I must to take it back.
TAKE IT BACK!
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So I shrug, take a shot
He says, "You disagree?"
Well go up with the same old
And beg of the thieves
That your job will be saved
Your prisoners freed
That you'll stop starving millions
And cure the disease
See me, I'm the spanner,
And they've always got discs to clean
'Cause far back as I can remember
The ballfield was never was that level or even
The wind in the tides
The sand in our eyes
So if we're to rise
Gotta stand on each others backs
Gotta beat them at their own game
Throw the tear gas right back in his face
AND FIGHT DIRTY
Fight dirty
Fight dirty
Fight dirty
Fight dirty YEAH