Bottles in the air I’m in this shit again
The night is young still got time for you my friend
Your barstool smashes my head in
I can feel no pain
What were you thinking, what did you have to gain
The guards are coming at me in their fascist way
I’m not scared that easy
I’m just gonna stay
I won’t miss this chance when you want to play
For your fucking behaviour yeah you’re gonna pay
I don’t know what you are waiting for
But I know what I am waiting for
A bar room brawl is what I’m waiting for
To run and hide is what you’re waiting for
To the other corner you ran to hide
What’s the fucking point my hands are tied
You should start to worry about your so called pride
Now when you’re having the bastards on your side
Ganging up with them made you really tough
No longer afraid to get blood on your cuff
I’m still waiting for you to play rough
Fighting all night long ’til you had enough
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Lyrics submitted by Toxic Lab Rats.