Street Fight Lyrics

Got in a street fight
With the IRS
But I'm alright
Took one to the chest
Buy I'm fine
'Cause everything is coming up roses
Call me the white guy
With the real bad case of that 'pink eye'
But it's just a reflection of roses
Everything is coming up roses
And, God dammit if it all works out
God, fuck it, it should all work out
God dammit it should all work out
For me
My fifteen minutes

And I don't care
I was just having more fun than you
I didn't ask for this anyways
Now I'm on TV
I guess that's not cool
Now I'm a sellout
But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on
You fuckin' moron
And, God dammit if it all works out
God, fuck it; it should all work out
God dammit it should all work out
For me
And buy me the ocean
And paint it with pretty stars
Just lead me to something, take me anywhere but here
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back
So buy me the ocean
And paint it with pretty stars
[Repeat: x12]
And lead me to something, take me anywhere but here
I will not go back
Got in a street fight
With the IRS
And I'm alright
Took one to the chest
But I'm fine
It's all coming up roses
I was on TV
Guess that's not cool
Now I'm a sellout
But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on
You fuckin' moron
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written by Howes, Brian / Mac Donald, Tom / Crippin, Chris / Rosin, Dave / Hoggard, Jacob
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing